𝐎, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄! ; Percy Jackson

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞

( XIX );

( my psychosis )

     ESME'S HANDS WERE STAINED WITH INK AS SHE WROTE DOWN HER MASTER PLAN IN A SERIES OF SONNETTI, written on the pages of a tea stained book. Not even the most complex mind of a child of Athena could decipher it, she thought.  She was Sylvia Plath, she was Annabel Lee— with a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven coveted her—yes. She was better than any god, she cheated death with a twisted insight on love, she was a rotten corpse, chilled to the marrow.

SONNETTO I

the death on my chest is a burial shroud
a shroud so similar to the color of Aphrodite lips.
"i'll kill kill kill kill kill them all," I vowed
especially the one with the alter hips.

this Machiavellian escapade, gone on too long
O, The Prince, is the only thing that's got it right.
I'd rather choke her in the love goddesses sarong
than submit, it is nothing but my birthright.

bruises on my knees for the demiurge of time
the blood on the cupids arrow is thine.
florence, italy shall soon be covered in grime
maroon maroon, just like my wasted wine.

blood dripping from fingertips to adams ale
I'll drink it, straight from the cursed holy grail.

     Then she signed it with a smile.
O, Amore. Most Ardently,
The cuore Reaper.

     With the sound of her gloves, she ripped the page out of her book, folded it, and wrote Theodore Mancini on the front. Setting her master plan into action.

      THERE ARE A MULTITUDE OF THINGS NICOLETTA ROSSI HATES. She would list them if she had the energy to, she does not. But, impromptu visits from her goddess mother ( who vanished without a trace ) would be at the top of the fucking list.

       Aphrodite appeared in Nicoletta's dreams like a brilliant madness. She was the definition of divine femininity. A bruise of cosmic energy, washed in black and blue on the inside of Nicoletta's skull.

    "Ciao, mia bellissima figlia." Aphrodite spoke with a sad smile on her tired face.

       Nicoletta's body burned in anger and disbelief, she couldn't speak. She literally couldn't move her lips to form any type of a sentence.

      "I see you finally know how to wield your power to the fullest," she encouraged. "Less work for me!"

     Nicoletta's dream body rolled her eyes. "Taglia la merda, mother," her chest filled with hot air. "Just state why you are here and leave."