Artemis Drifting

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

Up ain’t safe.

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My dreams are wicked
They drown me beneath miles of sea
and when, finally, I have passed every leviathan
spun uncontrolled in the wakes of their travel
to reach the surface
my wrinkled fingers break through
layers of thick honeycomb
crawling with fuzzy, bloated bumblebees

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