Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Recoil

Pull the arrow back.
Wait 'till it cracks.
A heart to be
Broken.
Wrenched.
Taken.
Ripped until it parts.
Roaring as it barks.
Screaming love
Holy may ...
Pulling taut,
Pulling back.
Squeeze the trigger,
Until it's past.
No return,
No retort.
A shot!
No regain.

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