Artemis

Alice SimmonsDecember 27, 2016The Heroic SpiritPoetry
Artemis

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.