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Appendix1: Dragon girls Fifteen year old girl's poem about becoming a dragon I don't remember when I wrote this ­ I barely remember writing this. I was fifteen, and it shows, but the ideas expressed and the archetypical themes shocked me as I read them this afternoon. Emilee Baum [from a packet 2-2007]   Toothy grins of paper winged demons like hungry wolves licking chops acid dripping from toothy smiles He waits, he waits   Wind swept plane of darkness A spotlight shines Far away, the land of the living One girl has wandered astray   She stepped into the dark Saw the paper demon burning Spotlight followed her like a lifeline She cautiously follows   Billowing white dress Silence sane the drip of anticipatory tongues closer closer closer closer   Gauzy material rips so sweetly Sweet voice shears the darkness Shadow, she says, Who are you? Inquisitory glances Shadow, come into the light so that I might see you A dark, sweet, tempting reply Come into the dark so that I might feed you   A step in the dark closer closer closer closer embraceme/releaseme she left the spotlight and found the darklight   Strip/tear away the white/light billows fresh white nakedness shines in the dark then clad, covered, wrapped in nocturnal robes demon comforts   Welcome to hell, my dear You are dead and you are mine and Aren't you glad you spared the time? Look into your forever face See the life that you have chosen   She looked up saw the paper wings, the acid kiss the ruby eyes of forever the fangs that were now her own she smiled sweetly as she quietly went mad   She looked and saw row upon row of seats in the darkness a demon in each We have each made our own seat here, he said We sit in that Which we have made for ourselves   She smiled coolly at the demon My love, she said I have a throne here   He realized with some horror That she had dwelled here before Had kept a foot in every door She wanted more, more, more   She coiled on her dark throne like a female smoke or so many maggots her mind was slowly rotting away and she was turning herself over she was enjoying every moment   The demon who was not a demon Merely a lost one ­ a pseudo evil Curled up at her feet Kissed her hand His dark angel She was more, more, more   More than he had known before This one, he loved this one His weakness was that he loved this one and she wanted the world to love her She would have her spotlight and his darkness, too   He did not know that she wanted him, too and that he was the one thing she could not have unless he let her   She surveyed her new life the darkness that was her kingdom dragons swept the cool, dry air and she felt the colors begin to change again She was growing, changing ripping flesh as strong black feathered wings sprouted from her shoulder blades they spread in rustled glory she threw her gaze, far away despite the pain, she smiled   Curled lips, a flick of a moist tongue across perfectly molded teeth white and sharp in the dark Her great wings spread, stretched, and then folded back around her throne   He stared at her, all her glory she smiled at him they knew, they knew a dark embrace would be theirs   He lay his hands upon her, now now he could have her king and queen, her robes fell to the ground again, she stood naked before him clean of her dark glory she was his, all his his dark grin resurfaced he could take and she would give   now, now skin against skin they fell together on a cliff playful dogs of thunder rolling around them as they teased and toyed with each other every time the thunder rolled he came nearer until she took him, she guided him and he found her opening before him   come inside, she invited, come darkness into light and something inside of her maybe her soul broke with a force that shook her to the foundation of her sentient being   and then they were off racing, a speeding train hearts pounding, breath raging a blackness deeper than where they dwelled began to creep across her vision and the further the pace the louder their cries the faster the harder until   her back arched she convulsed, she spasmed they were orgasmic blood raced in her ears, he withdrew she collapsed breathing hard, they held each other they had to   and even as they lay his warmth sought her egg the two united and a spark silent and white, bloomed inside of her it was life, it began to form and it began to grow   every day a little bigger this combination of darkness and light she was pleased and secretly afraid of this . . . child? yes, this child   And this child this miniature version was transient it belonged in the sun but it always enjoyed the dark the child was of both of them wrapped, rolled into one colored fit of flesh heritage