.augustina.

[augustina-rose]

I don't understand the perception

of hesitance as cowardice -

when both sides of our human nature

come to a stalemate,

some sort of tête-à-tête, i suppose,

the conflict between thought and emotion

roots the soles of our shoes to the ground

and forces the instinct of our souls to a halt.

it is not to say - I am afraid. I am weak.

to be hesitant is to say - The logic and instinct my heart are battling, furiously, and my mortal body stills with the dissonance and war within my being. Wait for me, for a moment. Wait. I am not afraid.

[augustina-rose]

artemis has blood on her hands

on her lips

she lays on soft and bloodied grass

running her fingers through each blade

aphrodite has crushed hearts caged 

in her ribs

she lays next to her companion, the moon deity,

and brushes slender hands on her pale and bare skin

"are you going to break my heart too?" artemis asks. she runs a hand through aphrodite's dark curls.

aphrodite smiles.

"you are divine - you don't have a heart."

"you are divine. you know that gods can still be broken by love." artemis thinks of hades - him and his sweet woman, persephone. she thinks of how he folds beneath her touch; how he is tender when she whispers quiet words into his ears through rosy lips.

she knows that aphrodite thinks of them as well.

"not broken, my love. only stained."

"with blood?"

"with blood."