Sapphic Figments

by Botched Lobotomy

30.

“We are losing, Aphrodite;
the sailors and their war-ships will pierce the waves,
and shatter our looking glass.
What should we do?”

“Beat your breasts, young maidens.
And tear your garments
in grief.
And fight.”

Comments

[Bicyclette]

oof. that last line is hard to imagine in our world. but in another one, young maidens count as people.