A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Crime Drama
I made a career out of
Gathering dragon bones
Sorting through iron dust and black ashes to find
Reusable material
That I can tape together, bind to my limbs and pretend to be something
More mythical than I am
There will be a time of reckoning for those who do not find their costume
A glamorous ball of judgment and decadence
But for me it’s a hobby
To consider a monstrosity and
Wonder if its heart beats the same way mine did

