Arrows

Archer

Admonitions rained down

upon me. 

(“Give her back,” she said)

Arrows into my heart.

(“Send her to me for healing,” she shouted)

Her accusations 

pierced me, 

Bloodied me.

(“It’s your turn to sear,” she proclaimed)

But now…

Those arrows, gathered up,

Piled high, 

Are burning fiercely. 

Can she feel the 

Heat? 

Bonfire

 

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