Deadeye


Left hand clenched above the left side of my chest
Right hand holding my fist, heart in suspense
The shaft of an arrow grows like a stem between my fingers
Head rooted to my heart, the fletching blossoming like a flower
I cough out a bout of honey
My chest bursts out red confetti
A call to pull the metal
I fall into a pool of petals
Thus with a kiss I die
To be born in the next moment
Over and over again
With a kiss I die

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