Just for you,
I’ll act the ways you taught me,
play the games that break others.
Do the things that make them cry.
You’ve taught me best that when it’s time for dogs to sleep,
beat them if they refuse to lie.
You’re the dragon Briar Rose needs a saving from.
The embers of this cigarette,
ash away, like the kingdom’s memory,
as it slips into the Slumber.
where do we go from here?
(C) Marie Meyers, 2013