Shadows of Despair
by Nick Horton
I took shelter: a shower of arrows Whizzing off the string, Stretched by force And deep-drawing breath. Words, wedged with a sigh, Leaping droplets of light, Like the sun mocking the summer rain, In-fixed, twisted, riving my heart in half. The whole of my flesh, weaker than a tear, I can no longer tarry the grinding. Sharp sounds stretched upon the ground: Blood of the mouth; shadows of despair.