I put my fist in the dragon's mouth,
my finger to his fangs,
and he bit me.
Just a nip at first,
then locked jaw worse.
He bit me.
Straight through my skin.
I banshee'd when
he bit me. Little shit!
Now my fingernail is cracked, blue, and black,
but I didn't have the fire to bite him back.
For Poetry Pantry at Poets United