ARROWS

By KLMurphy

ACT 1

In my whole life, from the beginning,

I have been judged harshly against

what is properly fair. Between the

humdrum and the vague, there is a

pointed and skewed arrow which

does meet its target harshly. The bane

of the bairn is an unjust world, a plate

served fully and full over with fat and

viscose decaying vile. The mother lost

and broken, separated from their own

heart, can never feel or recognise a true

heart born amongst the coal. A beating

and brimming soul that echoes loosely

against the walls of the home from

whence it came.

ACT 2

A soul stays steady.

Bold and gleaming against

all that would dim its glow.

ACT 3

There are broken arrows.

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