The Girl Who Doesn'T Know Self Defence-1 Poem by Maya Took

An Arrow, you.

As an arrow stuck in my heart-
and spins slow, goes deep
Torturing, hunting me, with the Iron's steep.
Turning and tearing every vein
Untill the blood from the body wanes.
I shrink...I Shrink...like a dripping rug,
Becoming small, small like the size of a bug.
The Arrow turns, pins deep-
The last of teh body strings tear-
The soul feels anxiety and screams-
For it is hard to bear-
And than you come along- for another round.
Again you pin me, strongly
Another hole is made-
Only my bones are left to be shed.

*The first poem out of three, a physical one.