Dedicated to alexie212 who was the first person to review my first Greek Mythology story. Onward!

Like the old

b:a:s:i:l:i:s:k

My (new) eyes

See in stilllife

Stone-statues

There /were/ once men

N*o*w are markers

For the graves

Of heroes

Don't exist - - -

- - - not really

...

[i] keep my (new) eyes

C-O-V-E-R-E-D

My (old) eyes closed

My sis-ters delight

in killing them

maiming_hurting_destroying...breaking

...

ive been here so long

ive had lots of heroes mes

im used to them now

my markers

(a sort of twisted-almost-pride)

im almost not bitte-

-r

a/n/y/m/o/r/e

{yeahright-girl}

Iwasb eautiful lthen

Charming all the boys-

Men-

Gods-

Heroes-

My man :-

Handsome

Beautiful

)just like me(

(poss-eye-den

i was so

happy

-backthen-)

He said he

-l-o-v-e-d-m-e-

Allofme ::: allof me

All of me

all-all-alll-alll-alll-alll

So why did he

D

R

O

P

me?

When I became

Basilisk eyes

and ugly-hideous-cold

Why

lea(o)ve

me

a lone

?

i only

loved you . my man . handsome . beautiful .

}}just like me{{