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.
Leah Jordan Meahl