Tick. Tick.
Tick.
Tick tick. Tick
tick
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Tik-tik-ti- Ding!
They’re
ready!
Mittens.
Pan. Table.
Hot! Hot!
Hot!
Setting them
down by the busts to cool.
My hair gets
impatient sometimes,
hissing at
the smell of those freshly baked meat.
I pet them
down and put them in their place.
As I walk
through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.
Perseus will
one day taste my mastery too.
Plate.
Plate. Plate.
Fork. Fork. Fork.
Chair.
Chair. Chair.
They call
themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;
Creating freaks
of nature like little Perseus.
So very tiny,
so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.
Her only sin
was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.
It was Jealousy,
prejudice and injustice; the family that proved
the downfall
of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground
where she
lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.
And she
shall be worshipped.
And she
shall be immortal.
Euryale!
Fumble fumble
fumble.
Snakes in a
mess.
Eyes
bloodshot.
Poison
dripping from the side of a fang.
Sister.
Sister.
Let’s eat.
