Burning anger rages within 
An elevated sense of danger 
Breaking through the octopus like grip
Upon my aching crimson heart
A bargain made to become enchanted
Bursting apart at the seams
The arrows fly piercing my armour
I am no longer able to be so distant
Broken, alone and under attack. 
© Ann Dempsey 2012
 Arrows
Arrows by 
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