I am split,

Not by choice but arrow.

The cavity

It calls to me,

Whistling through the space

Where your name lay stuck.

It speaks to you

That air-that’s-not,

Cooing a song-yet-sung.

Offering in solitude

A note of please-bear-me.

I splatter in my plumes-to-dirt

Where space was all that touched,

Now caressed by-time-stood-still.

And as I soar, pricked undone,

I follow its line

Back to your aim, so true and fair,

As if to say

It came with want to

Where you have seen

A part of me so worth

To strike.

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Vanessa Nina is a German-Polish writer and academic, interested in Gothic Horror, vampirism, and all things macabre. When not writing, she tends to her virtual farm in Stardew Valley, or plays Dungeons & Dragons.

Picture Credits: Musa Ali Chaudhry