It is a cliche.
That piercing feeling below layers of dermis.
You have been shot.
No one wants to believe it.
A winged baby in diapers hitting you with an arrow.
The image taunts on red and pink cards
and in windows.
But one day you are somewhere
and you feel a piercing
in the middle of your chest.
You hope it is an anxiety attack
a heart palpitation.
Sadly it is something unexpected.
That L-thing
as the arrow pierces
1, 2, 3 layers
into rib cages
and hits the heart.
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