A crimson dragon breathing out blistering fire from its hollow throat.
Brilliant blazes of gunfire; a man of mystery.
A dense jungle of unknown creatures.
An old ball python with a mouse on its head.
Jimi Hendrix locked away with the other burnt-out stars:
A violent candle candle flickers as another star fades from
glory. The urge to shoot the bow at something
other than a tattered target.
The sound of the grinding metal
when I start to write things down on the
blank pages of this famous
book.
The need to fill in the blanks
in my life as this work of imagination
comes to pass.
-Cody O'Hara
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