Artemis Drifting

Just because she tippietoes, doesn't mean she's a creepin'.

Hoodie.

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What cruelty we bring, coming into another’s home and claiming it undone. When the hammer comes down and catches the back of my spine, having each bone scream pain to the next, I am frozen.

I becomes her, and soot sweeps beneath brutishly short nails.

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