By Leah Jordan Meahl
The arrow flies
Striking perfectly,
A poisoned tip of desire
Pierces skin,
Seeping into blood
That pumps life
Now strangled.
Stuck.
In a pit.
Face glistens. Hot.
Chest constricts. Heavy.
The ladder to climb out
Has no end.
By Leah Jordan Meahl
The arrow flies
Striking perfectly,
A poisoned tip of desire
Pierces skin,
Seeping into blood
That pumps life
Now strangled.
Stuck.
In a pit.
Face glistens. Hot.
Chest constricts. Heavy.
The ladder to climb out
Has no end.
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