bad breath

head snaps toward my scent
and lightened footsteps
cold blue eyes fixed
malicious dagger stare
he
snorts
turning his reptilian shoulder
as the barbed silver tail
whips toward my soft flesh
spitting fire toward my feet
the clipped winged beast
screams and rails

“Your poetry
has gone to hell!”

i turn on my heel
armor suited
gleaming despite the dark cave
with only
my
shield
facing backward
as
no sword will slay this anger
i remind
the angry dragon
in a departing echo
he only thinks
my poems
evil
because
they are not
about him