It rears up,
well-known
and familiar as
my own face
it inhales
and
belches
scorching
my best laid plans
with one pass
of its fiery breath
it whispers
loser
fake
ugly
fat
stupid
worthless
hopeless
sick
addicted
useless
broken
and I
stroke the scaly hide
curl up under the leathery wing
its shade is cold
and unwelcoming
but there I make my bed
and I cock my head
to listen
closer.