Perfect
Fingers strain
Shoulders burn
Spine convulses
Stomach churns
Heart howls
Fiery eyes bore into her
String stretches
Wood groans
Arrow quivers
Silence roars
Time falls away
Fiery eyes bore into her
No good
No better
No hope
No time
No point
Artemis screams - a cry of self frustration
Arrow soars
Bear flees
Muscles gasp
Gut writhes
Tears flow
As Artemis collapses in self loathing, a silver doe steps into the moonlight. The clearing glows with her beauty.
New fiery eyes bore into her
The doe stays a moment longer
before melting back into the trees...
and revealing a lame and twisted leg.
Artemis gasps,
sobs,
and weeps with the realization
that no one,
not even her,
could ever hope to be
perfect.
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