The dangerous dragon

The dragon’s eyes

are as round as 

a sphere that stares 

deeply into my eyes.

Its spines are

as sharp is a

Mohawk that may

 pierce my skin.

Its mouth is

as stiff as metal 

and will be hard 

to open.

Its skin is

as rough as 

Sandpaper 

that scrapes 

on the ground.

Ready to pounce on me.

Like it has a mind of its own.

Its stripe is 

like smudged

runny mascara 

dripping on me like 

poisonous blood.

Its claws are

as sharp as 

a warrior’s sword 

ready to slice 

and dice me.