Zeus gets high alone and remembers the days when the sky was his, before life caught up with him in a dark alley way.
Hera waits at home. She knows. She knows it all. She wants to tell him it’ll get better, he’ll be okay, she loves him. She wants to take her own advice. She wants to lie. She never will.
Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They have a one way ticket to the moon.
Poseidon swims into the sea, or maybe it’s the sky. No one can tell the difference anymore. The girl with serpents for hair mourns for him on the shores of the end of the world.
Hades lies awake, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people finally believe in death.
Athena cries. She is transparent and weightless as she rides the midnight train, her voice is hoarse from protests. Wisdom left here long ago.
Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She is made of memories and madness, but what’s the difference?
Persephone wears her strength and her darkness. Beauty is power, and she will make the world know her name.
Ares crumbles like dust. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. Senselessness topples heroism every time.
Aphrodite gets drunk on the sky again. She catches her reflection in the clouds. Her innocence has left her a long time ago.
Hermes runs through the streets. He is young, young and beautiful, and he knows it. As he slips away, his smile doesn’t.
Dionysus watches it all. He watches the family he once knew laugh and cry and forget. He never forgets. He’s been here a long time. He is watching them flicker out and fade.
The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.
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