Written by Crevion Walther
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The Jailer and the Jailed

At the most crucial of times, we need to question our reality and our perception of it.



The Jailer

I watch its shadow
slither behind the veil
as it amuses me while
captive in its jail.

I watch its jaw
gape a yawn,
a carat
dangling at the
tip of the tongue.

I watch with
hungry eyes
as I stare
at viscous honey
drizzle down the
succulent silhouette.

I watch with
fearsome awe
as it brandish
its tubular frame
with forceful whips.

I watch with
stiff paralysis,
the jailer's keys
hanging heavily
from my left
breast pocket
as I ponder
keeping this creature
they call dragon
to protect us
from decimation.

The Jailed

I observe the man
from behind the cloak
as he watches me
with captivation.

I seduce him with
clumped sand
at the
end of
a noose,

drenched full
with drool,

offered up as a
carat to the fool.
My jaw
ready to snap
at a single pull.

I threaten to
stiffly constrict
with my
powerful
pliant
vertebrae.

I am amused
that he thinks
himself the jailer
of a puissant protector.
Strip down the veil
and it shall reveal
the bars before him
with locks that disappear.
And let him know
that he is the captive
and that
I am the serpent
they revere as dragon.