Tonight's Poet Corner: The Protagonist

The Protagonist
by Belinda Roddie

She was an old, raggedy bitch,
and I loved her. The tropes she
carried on her back made her who
she was, and yet she was never too
much of a hardass to me. She was the
star of her own imaginary movie, an
unconventional hero in the plot. Her
gray curls added shadow to her eyes
filled with sparks. She breathed fire
like a dragon - but she was my dragon.

The first sentence of this poem comes courtesy of Noel Guscott. Thanks, man.

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