A child shot by Artemis’ poison arrow—
fears the sting.
Head bent forward, hand in a fist
one glass step at a time.
Flames ripple as fragrance singes
with cinnamon and cane.
Is she alive in young grasses?
Flash of violet, stone child’s spirit descends.
Her mother travels to the center of the earth.
Weeps without pause
about to kiss her cold daughter.
Stars fade as silence surrounds.