Poetry - The Throat Dragon

The Throat Dragon

A poem by Ashleigh B. Clark

If we take a look,

Inside a nestled crook..

Within this poor woman's throat..

We will find a dragon, who likes to gloat.

A fire he has built,

Without a thought of guilt

of how the woman might suffer.

He thought it'd make her tougher.

As the fire crackled and burned,

the dragon's head laughed and turned

with such delight and pride.

As the poor woman cried.

That dragon she wished to slay,

for keeping her in her room all day.

The beautiful day she could not relish..

Instead, it was hellish!!

That constant fire burning her tongue.

That dragon - to the fire he clung!

She had to seek out medical attention!

Before the dragon made his ascension..

The woman sought the aid of many,

and boy did it cost a pretty penny!

But the fire slowly died down;

The dragon had to find somewhere else to mess around.

But little did the woman know,

The dragon wasn't one to go.

In her throat he did remain.

Waiting for the fire again.