J's Musings

I bleed against the steady wood,

Howling of my pain,

A suffering spent in vain.

Zeus laughs,

His lofty scorn,

A formation ;

For the words he is yet to say.

I was right to call you weak,

He snorts,

But Oh!

Who will say it, Tell him,

How mistaken he is,

For my blood covered foot,

Pains my mother,

More than it does me,

She tells me she would bleed,

Instead-

If she could.

And my suffering only started,

When I tried to lessen her pain,

While darling Medusa bleeds,

Forever on Athena’s shield,

Both easing the other’s pain.

My lips turn up,

Unaware of the occasion;

I sit on the wood,

That pains me,

Smile with more scorn than all of Zeus’ millennium put together,

Before I remind him,

That to know how to bleed,

Is what is to be a woman.

By,

Janx 🙂

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