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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