An unfortunate way with words
Flying through the air
like arrows
straight towards
my prey,
so innocent and trusting.
Instantly regret
letting them loose.
Would recall them
if I could,
stuff them back
into my dustbin
of a mouth,
slam down the lid.
But can only
watch them strike home,
her face crumpling,
pierced to the heart.
Ouch, those painful arrows, you paint a powerful picture with this poem.
Very good Jonathan!