Dear Aphrodite
3 days ago
Dear Aphrodite,
Have you cursed me or forsaken me?
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On pitch-black nights, I cry on my knees in an empty house, praying for a sign, for the clouds to part, for some holy light to glisten across the floorboards around me. I’ll feel you first: a perpetual glow of beauty dripping from your fingertips; Eros would trail behind you and take pity on my melancholy.
But nothing happens.
Instead, I go to bed alone, I wake alone, I beg alone.
If you think of me tonight, please know that I’m lonely, lonely and tired and far too familiar with abandoned homes. So, if you see the shrines and smell the rose petal offerings, will you tell someone I’m still here?
