There’s a growing chill in summer heat
cold knotted gordian without sword or blade
to shear it open in sweated shivers
and I cry that I am no-one
before the blinded eye of the monster
I am the monster under my bed
I wait there for myself, all blood red eye
and slashing claws
I am tied to this mast to resist the siren song
you sang and that still rings
sweet to my ears
I am chained to this rock while your birds
rip my liver. Day after day after day after day
for my temerity in believing
in the fire of love
I have brought these furies to myself
and Alecto hurts me the most, but I wonder does
Megaera torment you at will, or are you
immune to your breaking of oath

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