He walks in all cocky
Like a professional athlete
Who just won an Olympic Gold.
His bow and arrow are slung awry
Over his shoulder looking like an arrogant Senior
Thinking his looks will get him a diploma.
(Put a shirt on, Jackass.)
But before I can say that to him
He’s nocked an arrow and aimed it
Right at my chest
And BAM!
That arrow slams my heart.
An ache emanates through
My entire being
Shattering glass pain
Clouding my vision blood red
Throbbing with every beat of my
Heart. And the bastard’s gone
Leaving me here, screaming in pain
While your rouged lips
Laugh at me in disdain.
February 2018
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