Bleeding green

pov: Artemis is always right

fucking on red and purple vines

in the still of night, twined

In the home of a stranger

fathoming the pink lining and

an inkling of a dog that puts

Cerbus to shame.

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Listen, do you hear?

The rumbling?

Do you remember?

Our loins? Our sex? My gashes?

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Artemis screamed as my virginity bled green

Watch as you thrust, watch as I succumb

to absolution

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consent is a variation of a person

and here I lay sliced open,

for all to see

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for all to see

for all to see

for all to see

for all to see

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for I am trust and trust is ours

But when the world paused

you were moving.