He knows I beat him. 'a score of kingdoms he could wrangle'
My foot. Goddess of the island he called me, be I a
maiden he would make me
His queen. My chastity crowned before all of Naples.
Dad's bliss. Dad's face. Laughable,
How well it all worked out for him.
He laughs with our fathers now. Some warning joke that
I pretend not to hear. What it would be like to have power. Not in your father, not in your husband, not in your womb. but in you.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
The isle whispers. It talks in the night of who was here first second third.
It rasps and claws at my ears.
Sometimes a million tortured voices sing in my head and I can't sleep. can't sleep. can't sleep.
The thunder roars overhead, and I cry to dream again.
Shimmering air and the naked moon which pulls the roarers
and pushes. and pulls. and pushes and sinks the great ship beneath the waves.
Laughable, how well it all worked out for him.
Shimmering air by his side, like a distant echo of the voice in your head.
That I pretend not to hear. What it would be like to have power. Not in your father, not in your womb. but in you.