Artemis
Alice SimmonsDecember 27, 2016The Heroic SpiritPoetry
I am the wildest.
Feather hair falls over my shoulders,
violently hacked off, ends split
and curling
my face too sharp carved out
by endless nights of hunting
in biting wind, lashing rain or soft summer breeze
once I was a flower petal
now I am a blade, double-edged
forged from fury and ferocity
and the loyalty of the pack
I have scarred even my own
sacred skin.