Fire
Arrows
Not
being able to withstand
Two
or three stood
The
words came shooting out
No
protection, not even a hand
Confusion,
faults, no one understood
Into
range with each shot.
Each
word pierced her heart
Each
statement stung her passion
Each
syllable made plans crumble
All
the plans fell apart
The
others watched without compassion
Each
breath made the failure bumble.
Fire
arrows
Piercing
words
Spoiled
brats
A
pack of rug-rats!
Written:
December 4, 2021
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