Sunday poetry prompt: Jen Snow

Venom slowly dripping

smoky breath concealing

a memory once hidden

inside horrid, dreadful cries,

tragic tales were written

in my blood revealing

my sorrow unfolding—

beneath heavy, weeping skies

coaxed me from her back

before the sun rises

Tears across my face,

obscuring, blurring demons

as they relentlessly arise

As a trace of memory

existence of another
I cannot recognize

as I stand gazing in her eyes

the liquid tremors cement,

into jagged shards of ice

I turn away

ashamed, weak, cowardly

Razor talons slash savagely

through my deeply etched disguise

yet she strokes my cheek tenderly

"From me you cannot hide"

the illusion of my dragon

held strong within my mind

Distressed, desperate, I reach for her

she vanishes as if a shadow
before my mournful eyes

my sorrow unfolding—

beneath heavy, weeping skies

Eagerly clinging

to the remnants of the dragon

I am given her heart, still beating

I hold it close as it melts into mine

I gasp, astounded, saddened

quivering heart, profound, unblackened

The final tale to be written

in the blood of my dragon

my sorrow unfolding—

beneath heavy, weeping skies

I awaken and am shaken

until I realize

she was simply

… I