you love him with a burning
passion, with every fiber in your
body. every moment he glances at
his own reflection, every
time his lips curl at their
corners, your heart skips
you cannot speak to him.
(YOU CURSE HERA UNDER YOUR
BREATH — THE WOMAN WHO
STOLE YOUR VOICE!)
mouth opens, but nothing escapes
that throat of yours.
until he speaks to you
he turns, those honey eyes moving
past your form and an inquiry leaving
—– THE TRAGEDY OF ECHO AND NARCISSUS | a.