*tw: slight blood + violence mention*
the stars hang above her head
like she placed them there
and maybe she did
or maybe they were placed there for her
arranged to appear as a crown
as she raises her fists in protest
and protects her fellow women
in the darkness of the night she has
always loved, sadly safe no longer
the stars hang above her head
as she hunts for criminals
in the hopes of doing justice
as she bloodies her knuckles
and wishes things weren't this way
she is artemis, goddess of
the hunt and protector
of women.
and she is hunting.
the stars hang above her head
illuminating the night sky
she is the moon
bringing light and sanctity
to even the darkest of alleyways
and the darkest of hearts.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
