solar

chiron

His betrayal hit home, an arrow piercing the soft skin of my chest and ripping into my beating heart.  She wasn't back, yet he kept her on a string.  She was a red balloon, and he was an innocent demon, feeding on her discovery.  My treason was at last exposed, my arms chained by the object of years infatuation.  I was caught.  Her ribbon was tied around his wrist, no rubber band.  I was left tied to a rock, liver torn out by a cardinal, while he laughed.