The Devil Laughs

An arrow from the darkness…

rejection finds its mark

 

The sharpened edge of jealousy,

its point straight through the heart

 

The bow retracts in shamefulness,

its string left slack and loose

 

One shot was made, a cursed fate

—the devil laughs anew

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

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