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It was always her wings that bothered me
Too often when he spoke of
her
I could see their sheer beauty
Flapping in his recent memory
Looking down at my own
I didn't even have feathers to rustle
He said he liked my scales
They played music when I stretched
But I was just reaching for him
Normally I wouldn't move
But
when he appeared
The fire in me stirred
He said I was just showing
off
Torching trees and villages
Then he'd laugh and settle against
my snout
He'd start talking about her
How small she was
How
pretty she was when she pollinated the flowers
I'd growl
And
he'd laugh
I knew what I was to him
I made him feel strong
and confident
And maybe a little loved
She would live for
a few days then die
Then there would be another on his mind
And
on his tongue
One day I told him to leave me alone
One
day he told me I wasn't as ugly as I thought I was.
...But he was
only talking to himself...
Beautiful or not
Everything with wings
eventually flies away