It was horrible to breathe
every pulmonary movement was agony
a hack saw
working away at her collar bone
ripping in and ripping out
she couldn't stop
her desperate need for oxygen
it only ever fueled the flameFresh
white hot fire
ripe for the taking
if it were to ride on the backbone of a worthy enough roar
might she ever be mighty enough to scream like a dragonA real fire throat engine
all the pain is but a piece of coal to the fire
each lump she has ever swallowed
breathes and blowsFrom her
From her raging
From her god damned
From her fire throat