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I’m quite certain I shall be delicious, all crunchy toasted marshmallow center. But first, you exquisite beasty, let’s dance. For I have ever been more enamored of your scaly sway than a thousand simpering princes. You lead. I’ll stay. I … Continue reading
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, baby you’re no good. – Linda Ronstadt ;; Too much is still rearranging. Changing. Are they breathing fire or cotton candy fluff? Wasn’t it enough that they had teeth, and talons? … Continue reading
.. We are the princesses of ice and fire and fog and fluff. We have had enough of your glass …………(ceilings) slippers and your velvet chairs not meant for sitting and your golden stair demands of our locks. Your frocks … Continue reading
… His hair was shorter then, before the dragon. Before he caved to the wiles of woman, and wild of sky. Before the sword fell into sheath for good, and the woods swallowed them all whole, happily. Ever. ………………After. … Continue reading
.. She’s dragon-dawned in crimson shimmerspark. Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble -melted sky, whispered curl. She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose. She leaves you greened and grinning, right on cue. Skips and spills your journey forward; … Continue reading