My Little Sister is a Dragon

My little sister is a dragon
But she doesn't have a tail
There's no fire breathing
Well, it's hidden by a veil.

She sort of does breath fire
just not really
Her words are the flames
Sometimes burning, sometimes chilly.

Her claws are her small hands
They scratch and hit
Her fury does not go unreleased
Her personality is split

My little sister is a dragon
Watch her wings unfurl
but only in a metaphorical kind of way
Because she's just a pre-teen girl.