Here, where I still stand,
a flower starts to bloom in my chest
and there’s a golden arrow in my hand
that draws blood, peels its petals from a strand.
I raise the tip in quiet unrest
from where I still stand.
Thirty days, thirty times stained red sand
beneath my feet reveals the fruits of this test
and there’s a golden arrow in my hand.
Its violent protests planned
by my battered hands, I’m a lover possessed.
Here, where I still stand
an Oracle’s careless command
punctures, pinches straight through my breast
and there’s a golden arrow in my hand.
It grows, winds its way towards my shepherd’s demands
bursting beyond my skin, crimson, distressed.
Here, where I still stand
there’s a golden arrow in my hand.
YOUNG PENS ARE EVEN MIGHTIER
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