Hit or Miss
My carcass has been flung
At the mark
I meet the bullseye
With such force
We both continue rocking
Back and forth
For a few breaths
Or a moment
While I hang against
The concentric circles
I feel a slow sliding
Has begun
The friction between us
Tugs at my flesh
The dew that lingers
Coats us both
And speeds my travel
Towards the earth
As I remain inching
During my descent
My free ear alerts me
Another’s bow is lowly echoing
The corner of my eye compels me
An arrow slices the shadowy air
In moments it may marry my insides to the mark.
— April Resnick
sometimesihatemycat 
I enjoyed this very much
(PS should it be ‘descent?)
Ha Ha! You are right… Ah “human” error. Thanks, will change. 🙂
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