like cupid
I have taken a wound
from my own arrow
a self-inflicted
piercing
that went straight
to the heart impossible
to draw it out
without doing even
more damage
would make it fatal
the devil in me
who flung these
arrows at others
yet cannot recover
when
I flung one at myself
some things never heal
even when we think they do
we keep from festering
by keep the arrow as deep inside
as it will go because
having it
feeling its sting
when I move the wrong way
my heart beats fast
as to remind me
that once there was
something
the wound
the pain
the joy as well
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