Dragons Breath

A poem turned into a story about being captured and abused.

Dragon's Breath

“I am fierce!” he says.

His breath is strong and hot

he spouts smoke

from his nostrils.

I felt like a caged animal, he would never let me go. I tried several times to get away, yet each time I was unsuccessful. He would lunge at me, dragging me back to his bed breathing his hot breath on my face.

I likened him to an animal, this dragon of a man. He lured me into his home by being sweet and kind. Yet shortly after he transformed himself after I said something he did not like. I can't recall what I said, but it doesn't matter now. He assumes he is my master, and can tell me what I can and can't do.

I bide my time trying not to enrage this man. To become the animal, he truly really is. I have ceased in trying to find out why or more of how he became to be this way. It's of no use for I now realize he will never change.

I am more worried about my safety, even my sanity. He drives me to want to kill myself.....

But if not me, then he will do this to someone else. I don't wish this beast, yes beast upon anyone else. When he is gone, I think ' it's so nice to be alone- no verbal torture, no physical abuse.'

Ah, the physical goes away quickly; its the constant mental abuse that stays with you. So hard to let go of the hatred that has built up inside my heart. Causing me to distrust anyone, any man. Fearing it will happen all over again. Better to stay alone, inside this shell that surrounds my soul. My only friends are the paper and pen that now sits in front of me- constant and true!