Phthonus to Hera

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"Where is your husband, queen?"

"You shiver. Is your bed not warm enough? These nights are so chilly."

"Sitting here alone, you wait. Do you think he waits for them as you do him?"

"Do you hear them scream out their climaxes?"

"The moment they conceive, his grunts echoing in their ears, do you sense it? Does the new life call out to you?"

"They grow fat with child. Is it your will or his?"

"They worship him upon their knees. How do they worship you?"

"You sit there like stone, a fixture of wifely duty upon your marble throne."


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