Cupid's arrow of barbed golden tip struck my chest, passed through my heart, tip poked through my back.
There are no skin, muscle, nor bones, it cannot skewer.
Induced with a love spell, my heart caught ablaze, I saw a golden spark in his eyes.
Lasting for days and months but on the 12th it began to screw my heart.
So I purged the spell off of me, burning the incense, I love you I said.
Platonically. Applying cleansing salt to my wound after pulling what struck me not as gently as I thought thank yous were.
Now, there are spellcrumbs, blood drops, chest hole, and an arrow in my hand.
I ache. The bloodied arrow will age and I believe it to be gold no more.
-照実
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Lion to the Heavens
RomanceIs there a chance when a Lion falls for the Heavens? You see the Lion in this collection of minimalist poems is a creature of Earth. He is bound by gravity and cannot meet the love of his Life, the Heavens. Isn't it ironic to fall for the Heavens...
