She who pierces the sky is white light
against dark curls, golden radiance
which gleams off the edges of Her arrows
and the edges of Her smile. She is Savior,
carrier, clamorous beautiful deadly and kind,
without equal in glory or grace. 
Artemis is the death that keeps me alive.

day of written devotion 1, “who?” // rsb (nano poem 8)

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