To thank the gods for my prison
and curse them for my liberty,
I will parade my flawless skin,
praising the scars i imagined.
I've made my tears the tide you need,
to sail your pride away from me.
I tasted love and owned the bleed.
raised from heaven, a tsunami.
Perhaps, i meant it when i said,
«one day, I'll break free Odysseus.»
he looked at me, something he couldn't mend,
«I'd believe you, but you are Sisyphus.»
What's a girl to a god?
The man on the boat met the horizon.
and i died a little, not enough for a grave,
What's a girl to a god,
when she's divine herself?
poisonless and alone,
giving prayers a rest.
weaving out all my work,
screaming off of my chest.
madness twisting my tongue,
giving prey to hornets.
I've made my tears the tide you need,
to sail your pride away from me.
I thanked the waves at the altar,
when they brought back some memories.
