this air isn't thick enough to
stop a speeding arrow
and i fell the narrow distance
two steps back from where i stood
you knew the stance but how?
my voice has found resistance
sound is wound around a puncture wound
too soon, my lungs deflate
i can feel my breath escape and i can't -
if only it had gone right through
you said you knew, but that's not what i saw
it was still raw when i watched you draw it's head
i recognized that heart-string thread
red, the rest could spill it all
to **** the fall
your best
there's still an arrow in my chest