The demented dragon

The dragon’s eyes

Are like a blob of ink.

Staring at me ready 

To pounce.

It has spines

As sharp as 

Shiny blades that 

Could hurt me.

But how doesn’t the

Dragon hurt himself ?

It has a mouth 

As tight as a the 

Venus fly trap that 

Lives in South Carolina.

It has skin 

That is rough like a

Piece of sandpaper

That I use to flatten

Down my freshly

Painted wall.

It has a black stripe

As black as charcoal, 

That bleeds out of

His eye like a bleeding 

Cut.

It has curly claws 

That dig into the ground 

Like diggers.

But what is it hiding 

in the ground?