The lacking is killing,
And it is chilling,
Us to the bone.
Eris is cold.

The Goddess tricks herself into warmth,
Holding an item of memory,
Close to her withering body,
Shaking uncontrollably.

The realization of guilt widens her eyes,
And violently destroys her control.
A promise of eternity,
Becoming a shallow story.

The ties were weak,
But she tugged them as she climbed,
Laughing at every quivering tear,
Of the breaking rope.

Wind blew her out of her body,
And the lacking came.
There was nothing,
In the everything she promised to throw away.

Feeling overcame the Eris of discord,
And she fell to the bottom,
Splattering a story with her blood,
And she swept her conceit into the bloodied earth.

Goodbye, Eris.
Hello, Eris.