You were a soft, melodic dream
who believed in the goodness
of every soul in this world,
until you came across someone
who saw your innocence,
wanted it for themselves,
and so they taught you
the most grotesque pain,
wrecked your sky castles
and made them ruined rain,
crushed your dreams and your girlhood,
took your gentle, full little heart,
curb stomped it until it was nothing
but shattered pieces falling apart.


They tossed it in a cold grave,
without a eulogy,nor ceremony,
nor even a truthful little song.
Walked away from all of this violence
as if they did nothing wrong.
But what they underestimated
what they did not see
was that your heart and you were not
the kinds that would die so easily,
or that you would return so strong
a creature made of such survival
a dragon girl now vengeance born.

—  Nikita Gill, How To Turn A Soft Girl Into A Dragon

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