Blog by Hannah Frank
I pulled back the arrow
in the quiver
pointed it at the farthest highest point of light
held on as long as I could
until I knew that holding on any longer
would affect the apex of trajectory
held strong
and then
I let go.
There is no proper time to make a proper edit to this page of life No sentence unscathed which behooves itself to avoid run-on No gerund to ...