Artemis Drifting

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


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did you ever hear the story
of the girl with frozen memories
all the scenes of her life
laughin’, cryin’, tryin’, livin’
got oh so still and quiet
from one helluva ice storm
oh but that ain’t the tragedy
she’s still livin’ in the present
with her bright skies
and fresh berries that aren’t glass beads
grass that doesn’t shatter
but behind her is only winter
her momma leanin’ over the stove
with a ladle that’ll never drip
and her papa under the hood
black ice stilled in a oil funnel
sister’s frozen pen
carving into sheets of paper
and her lovers mouth
with a galaxy of stars for breath
all those good friends
with hands too slippery to grip
this girl always wanted
to turn away from summer
and go back, her body humming
radiating like the sun
but she can’t melt them out
can’t shatter them free
even though her heart is scorching
it’s her hands that are to blame
from wrists to fingertips
it was her own midas touch
that froze them all to stay

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