spotlit poem . . . inquisitor

an ice dragon’s breath first freezes
then warms you, play thing,
grants you the freedom of his pen
invisible wherein he’s placed you
illusion of a life
slowly, from the edges,
his freeze-cold artistry creeps in
frosting this illusion
creeping to your heart
to show everything’s already lost
and everything you’ve found is taken
all your warmth denied
discounted in his polar certainties
one of those who claim to know of worlds
biased by his scaly skin
ice breath armoured with a fire
lord protector of the fearful innocent

A. H / K. H-H (4 February 2019)

originally posted as number ii in my untitled ’19 series, some feedback suggested it might be more understandable with a title – i had in mind certain doctors, but again others have read that it could be any of all sorts of people we might have bad relationships with, especially with power dynamics

i hope that helps, it could definitely be a she too


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