silver tipped arrows: for allison argent (1997-2014); warrior, daughter, hero, friend.

❝ and i was built from snow skin
fire heart and ivory teeth. silver
crushed in sweaty palms and legacy.
i was made between the crunching
leaves beneath my feet, the sun
through the trees and the whistle
of arrows; i was born with a fight
in my belly and love splitting my 
tongue, and i still don’t know how
to say it. how to cradle your face
between my frozen fingertips and
say, “i love you, it’s okay, be okay.”
our women are born to be leaders
but to me, to me fate seems fickle
when you’re dead at seventeen. ❞ [x]