spousal support
Milena Bee meager heart of mine , survivor of a coldest winter , i curse you to the depths , the void , sweet tartarus .
a trick of my own making .
queen persephone awaits , raw beating heart so cruelly translated into loving body .
my loving body corrupted at the hands of aphrodite , caught in a trap of her own deceit , casting in her anger the cruelest wish .
the mirror cracks upon my wayward glance .
aphrodite will not meet the glance of her own , even as glass shards fall from her fingers . forever accursed sliver of man assigned to her and laid unclaimed .
wretched father , bearer of weights , lord of all lords , i curse you to the bed of Hera - will she accept ?
into a whirlpool of your own making .
The gift given to all godly offspring the terror of being able to leave without a trace .
corrupted spouse , shared fears . ever distant , your hand flexes around my heart . the shock felt throughout the earthen land .
previously self-published in All Guts No Glory