Fletching
An arrow only flies as true as its fletching;
the feathers laid sharp on the end of your
ruin. It must be like this
So I can, unimpeded,
chase through the thicket,
haunt your home,
let loose a high-strung current,
and sink inside you, deep.
Mouth steaming, hot clouds,
blood pumping, you lay there,
right where I want you–
the victim of my fury,
the valley of your flesh.
Cries echo through the pine
as I get you beneath me–
the edge chilled against
your scalding coat.
Our eyes meet, and I love you.
The way you look so sweetly,
helplessly, pathetically into me
brings me to tears. And my cries
join yours as I penetrate your
tender, aching throat.
And from the depths,
your silence calls to me.
And I come.
Date submitted: October 8, 2023
Date accepted: November 14, 2023
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