The sly whisper from mother to daughter
on her wedding day
still echoes in her ears,
“Don’t blow up.”
A smile creeps across her face,
knowing her arrow
has hit its mark.
The wound lies festering
in the daughter-
a broken arrow
never
to be pulled
from her heart.
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