I see the wind
of arrows,
a cloud
of them arriving
as expected. i
feel the piercing of each
sharp
head
into my skin.
going deep to the places
I remember.
I have no
need for this blood
anymore. let it pour
and go.
this sting,
this outrageous fortune
is all
me. my road is my
road.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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