Clover honey waves just passing the ears,
Irises like a stone pine’s bark,
Full, peach, lips
And rose beige skin.

Slender, just enough to see the lines of his muscles.
And a body bare of hair, unlike the animal.

He shifts and sways his way wherever he pleases.
He doesn’t fret.

Soft-spoken with a voice like lilies, he beams at whomever he talks to.
The rising sun to a fleeting night.

****** out,
Body used up.
New face
By the day.

Soulless gaze,
Only to please.
At the whim
Of their pay.

And I give
For a price.
Even to
Whom I don’t like.
And it’s work,
No passion.
All an act
To survive.

Tiring.
Gone for hours.
Following
Every order.

Cleaning up
From past clients,
Readying
For the next.

And I give
For a price.
Even to
Whom I don’t like.
And it’s work
No passion.
All an act
To survive.

I’m exhausted
By strangers’ hands.
I can’t stand it,
But I’ve no choice.
There’s nowhere
For me to leave.
I’m only
A slave to please.

Insatiable sight.
Unseen rays connecting.
Stare endlessly,
Sense what rushes within.
What I see, am focusing,
Uncaring of what’s around me.

Stop and look.
Halted with you.
No end to this,
Taken by your gaze.

Brought to flowing water
In search of great power.
Submerged, a baby
In a divine river.

I seek for him
To be invincible
For the man who seeded
Me with him is no god.

He must be strong.
My son, hero of all.
Born from me, destined
To be greater than his father.

Thus I come to the border of worlds,
Earth and Hades, the river Styx.
On the bank, now is my chance.
Child in hand, ready to dip.

I hold him by the heel as I put him inside.
I lift him back up, sure of the powers of Styx.
Now invincible, my son’s fate is sealed.
All will know of his name, “Achilles”.

Resting on my shoulder,
She doesn’t breathe.
No life,
None at all.

She asked me
Of a favor;
To insert a
Poison in her.

Turn her last page,
Close the book and
Seal it away,
Kept unknown.

Help her
Sedate to a point
Where she’s
Motionless.

Keep her
From nervousness,
From consciousness;
Unaware.

Slow down
The beat of her heart.
**** her nerves,
Completely numb.

Lax and painless,
She lays beside me
A final exhale,
All shuts down.

Gone I am.
After all these years
Spent on the earth,
I walk among the dead.

Coin under tongue,
I pay for passage
To cross the Acheron
Into the underworld.

I then enter the gates.
Fate at the hands of three,
I wait for their call
To where I’ll stay forever.

Thus I ponder,
Unknowing where to go.
All depends on my deeds.
What do the gods think of me?

Have I gained their favor?
Have I gained their disdain?
Have I naught but their indifference,
And be forgotten like most?

Will I be brought to Tartarus,
And spend my days in torture?
Surrounded by wrongdoing souls
In everlasting anguish.

Will I be brought to the Asphodel Meadows,
Where I’ll drink from the river Lethe,
And forget of my past,
Both what I love and hate?

Will I be brought to Elysium,
A place worthy of the righteous?
All peace and eternal bliss
No hardship to deal with.

I still wait for their decision
To pick out my destination.
Thoughts run through the mind
Of what I’ve done throughout my life.

I was held by my own vision
In the mirror and water.
Face reflected by said objects,
Seeing myself and my essence.

A product of past wins and losses.
Shown on my skin, imperfections.
In disdain, I look and refrain,
Trying to see the good in me.

A fair image that I’m fouled by.
It’s my face I’m reminded by.
I’m disgusted at my own sight,
Recalling all past pains and fights.

Scars of both types, inside and out,
Litter on my body and mind.
I try to put effort to like
My own reflection, to better it.