Curse

Feel it strike home
when I hear the news.
Bullseye – my heart.

I can see her eyes narrow
as she guides the venomous
missile through the air
towards me, hundreds of miles
between us no protection.

Not a pantomime witch,
she looks demure, but
she has always been lethal.
She will have known the effect
the announcement would have
on me, for I love her still.

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