stranded in the middle of her nowhere. I flipped a gold coin in the coldless darkless night; my head whipping toward its arch, following its fallow ascent. I watched as the earth and the air scrambled for it, tearing through each other to seize what couldn’t be theirs.

As the nameless coin twisted somewhere between its fall and its destiny, its lemony glow garbing me in my nakedness, its glint holding me still within my night

I was reminded of her more Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde nature, fake as all the other elementals.

There were two sides to Hēra
Not just the two halves of herself she usually struggled with, nor just the dual mechanism of her manic depression

One half of her reflection was an unbent world-worn yet not worn out singularity, forever entangled in the difference between right and wrong, fiercely intelligent despite her dumbfuckness, a lone stained girl who was very familiar, intimate, intoxicated with her own morality.

And then there was the other side of her other side

The other part of her equation; the rest of her design. She was cruel in her childlike single-mindedness for her hunger was infinite. Her untamed feeding, her undiluted ardor made her vulnerable

And it was this side that killed me.

Now sinking together in the aftermath of her glow

Pining her arms to her sides holding her tightly within my own, Hēra teetering sideways within the secured fetters, she kills everything inside of her, as her only world slowly died I tell nothing is ever going to be alright again, everything is not alright and that’s how it’s supposed to be, that’s the constant, rest is anomaly.

Keeper of her books stealing my own imagery, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she wasn’t sacred anymore for she wasn’t scared anymore.

In the disquiet of my mind I find myself standing in the purple field of her bruised flowers, waiting patiently, god within a god, dust within her dust, head bent down, cigarette’ end flaring up like a death of a small sun, overcoat flapping in the winds stirred up by the ravens’ wings, brought on by their breaths, as all the belated storms of her lies closed in on me.