This will be part of a short series of memories of childhood that I want out of my head, but of course they are all take as the disclaimer dictates...
Once when anger controlled me
A friends playful mistake
Almost cost him his life
With the bow pulled
Semi-taught
With a dull child's arrow
He released
My back turned
Setting up the target
I heard the wisp
Just in time to turn and watch
As it hit the ground
And bounced into my face
Then I was gone, anger came forward
Grabbed the bow and arrow
Pulled it back to the point of breaking
And fired it into his chest
Unimaginable pain and bruising
But lucky me, it did not penetrate
And I, the anger
Just walked away
Pretending it never happened
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