Scars, I have, etched derisively deep Into my golden scales of fetid sores, Allow me to acknowledge That love can soar, once more. Free me from your enfeebling grasp; For, I like a boy who wants me-- Or, indeed, does he? Yet, frightened I am, already, Of the piercing eyes and sharp wit That, I perceive, must simply be His potently bewitching disguise! Alas! Even a corrosive dragon Gets intimidated by a seductive fire, Evidently, more colossal than her own! Because, what if he spurns me-- Decides, instead, to scorch me? Then, shall I be naught but the dust, He'd thread on, as I'd wheeze to zilch? "Corrosion" #corrosion #diwa #yqbaba
