#type four

steeped in summer sunlight but they’re all looking to pull my teeth.
: meeting new people :

a whole new set of variables ready to input to the algorithm of tearing me apart.
everyone stands in a neutral vacuum until you tell them your name.

hello my name is Artemis, what’s yours, would you like to know that i wanted to die last month?
would you like to see all the ways i can fall apart?

we will all go along happily to our team-bonding rituals and get-to-know-you conversations, or you could just get to the point and punch me in the throat instead.

because you never know who will love you.
more importantly: you never know who will let you love them and then destroy you in response.

          hi my name’s Astraea.
          she stuck out her hand.

don’t be so ridiculous quit acting like a cornered animal stop trying to look so dangerous.

          i reached out.

save your fangs, darling.

          i’m–Artemis.