She moved
With
Devotion
Sharper
And Faster
Then any
arrow

The Huntress
And the ****

Able to
end a life
with
a Wink
And
a Shot

She held
her
Family
Friends
And Lovers
Hopes,
dreams
and plans
In her hands

And wept

She captured photos
Of friends,
Places she's been,
Of her sisters
Occasionally her parents
When they were trapped in love
Of intriguing trees
And bees

She tore posters from magazines
Of her favorite
Words,
celebrities
And
American Idols

Not to be remembered
No she would not mind being forgotten
But that maybe
Somebody
would
understand
her
And sit in this life
With her

At the start of yesterday
she learned
That to heal
She had to let
Herself
Be
Healed

An existence of a woman
Was never to be found
Not in its true form
She was not treated to peace
For too many
A woman
Any woman
to him
To them
Was merely
Merely
A show
A performance for others
A lipstick meant to be worn
And kissed away

When she immersed herself in the dark
In the wicked
And the wild
When she embraced the ink of night
She learned to rise
To adventure
To love
And love again
And not be terrified of the shadows
That sleep
within