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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