Don’t get in the water,

Artemis is poised in the air,
crescent,
like a scythe blade,
finger arched,
ready to sow a seed into broken soil,
usher a coffin into the grave,
her face as blank as eclipse,
she lures a flower in - a maiden burned like she is from Apollo’s fire.

Artemis says,
“The water will cool your tongue,
drink, before drought, “

The daisy...