Artemis Lost

Guest Post

by Ryan Stone

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Source: Google Image

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She comes in through my window, dripping

ambrosia and moonlight. I’m feigning sleep,

she draws me out with jasmine scented

kisses. She slips from innocence,

denim and satin, to writhe

down my spine as a shiver.

by Monica

Promises born in salt and fire

roll with the swell of her breast,

die with the plea turned to ash

on my tongue, with the band

returned to her finger.

Nocking an arrow she raises,

releases; how deeply

her false overture pierces,

I never will,

never will

tell.

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Look around!

By the same author: Stillborn

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Click on photo to see my Drawing Exhibition

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___Ryan___

My name is Ryan Stone, I’m a freelance writer from Melbourne, Australia. I have no formal credentials, just an observer’s eye and an insatiable appetite for books. I’m rough around the edges but the right turn of phrase will stop me dead in my tracks every time.