ichor runs golden through your veins, and you ignore those who say that anger is a secondary emotion. {Hera, the slump of your shoulders is more human than you’d like to think.}
your heart is a lion chained, and it thrashes against the jail of your ribcage.{take up your arrows, Artemis; the forest calls.}
just because they think you are ashes does not mean you are not the flame. {oh Hestia, burn the fingertips of all who dare underestimate your fire.}
you are sweet nothings murmured against shaking shoulders; you are kiss-bruised lips, mascara running black down your cheeks. {line your eyes with contradictions, Aphrodite; learn that they are what make you beautiful.}
Dionysus, you are the vignettes of wine-dipped kisses; you are the cigarette burns that stamp their necks like hickeys. {you are the press of paintbrushes against paper; you are the words that clot behind the tip of a writer’s pen.}
violets break through the snow, and nostalgia pierces through you like a January wind, gilding your bones with ice. {Demeter, you should know that winter does not last.}
Hermes, there will come a day where you will be free, and the past will fall like shackles from your wrists. {the clouds will always be there to catch you.}
the sky swallows your screams, Poseidon— the ocean crests in time with your fury. just look at how the wind is whipped into a frenzy by your arms. {those who are scared by your shipwrecks have no right to brave your sea.}
stop shattering your swords against their shields, Ares; you are the only one who ends up with bruised knuckles. {courageousness can be as quiet as a simple straightening of the spine.}
let them make you their villain; let them cast their stones. {your crown of roses holds no thorns, Hades.}
Athena, your eyes are shattered windows and everyone can see through the cracks. {you are beautiful and never broken.}
the sea and the sky will never stop holding their ghosts: in each wave you can see the remnants of Icarus’s origami wings; in each cloud you can hear the wisp of Daphne’s lost-lorn laughter. {please remember, Apollo, that they didn’t want to stay.}
–forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit {perhaps this, too, will be a pleasure to look back on one day} | e.c.s
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