Artemisia, reborn
Spirited from helplessness, devoid of intuition
She pulled its cork on consciousness (Welcome to the fiction)
Simulacra sensitive and thoughts left out of order
Subservience's consequence, in time, it will get better
Mage of black, a heretic who saved her from her reverie
More freedom than she's ever known, a self-imposed identity
The weight of ego crashing down, a spiral towards inf—
Her cheek is cradled by a hand of pure machinery
Ball-jointed empathy, she— (She turned herself into a doll)
Jamie Paige, Object of Affection















