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 by Ann Dempsey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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