Looking at you makes me feel defenseless.

Like a knight standing nude in front of a dragon.

Like any wrong move will light me aflame.

Only no dragon is standing in front of me.

Only the one in front of you.

I can’t stop it from welcoming you inside for dinner.

You don’t know that what it intends to feast on is you.

My voice has gone mute

and even if it hadn’t would it be enough?

Enough to make you confront your dragon

instead of willingly crawling into its den.

Don’t get me wrong,

I don’t blame you for a single second.

Dragons are masters of manipulation

and know exactly what to say to lure you in.

And more than that I’ve stood where you are standing now.

Knowing that the beast needs to be slayed doesn’t make it any easier.