The color drained from my faceAs my body felt the first arrowAimed at my deep red heartOn targetPiercing the warm fleshDeep into its throbbing pulseBullseye was the wordThat fell from your lipsTriumphant in your accuracyFist-thumping the airYour wicked soul plannedAnd executed my downfallOnly another’s pain could please youAs you salivated your so-called victoryTaking down yourContinue reading "The Day The World Turned Grey"| Poetry For Healing