Snow white's posse , gender swapped The cusp of a day, for each day of the week Indistinguishable when mirrored

I’m a child who has perfect aim. When I strike, wisdom forgets its name. I attack when least expected, Leaving my targets connected. To me, love is merely a game.

In Akron we have a special name for this narrow piece of land, although no hellfire or pitchfork is in hand.

I can sometimes be cracked, and you can usually find me in a trail. If I describe your mind, your thoughts are probably off the rail.

I’m an onomatopoeia, a sound effect, like brrr. I’m almost the name of a hoppity guy, a friend to a famous deer. I sound like bump, and slump, and a seven hump wump of Mr. Gump. If you’re missing your front teeth, I might be what comes out when you try to say sump. What word am I, the sound when a heavy object meets the ground?