No-one told me there’d be dragons.
Dressed in suits and skinny jeans
And little dresses that look like belts.
Sipping Café Lattes or putting
On lipstick in shop doorways.
No-one told me there’d be dragons.
Breathing smoke, sheltered in corners,
Huddled in packs hugging
Goose bumped arms, wearing
Little strappy sandals in the rain.
No-one told me there’d be dragons.
Blood red claws tapping touchscreens,
Spreading venom across
The poisoned spider’s web that
Rules their lives.
No-one told me there’d be dragons.
Watching, waiting for the
Moment to strike with a cruel word,
Or a snigger hidden behind a hand
Or a raised eyebrow.
No-one told me that I’d need to slay dragons.
It didn’t matter.
I already knew.
Poetry Pixie 