Meshed against the borderlands of will and wrong
Tripping in the thorns trailing from her mothers eyes
Her country's eyes
Her fathers eyes
Tripping tripping tripped
Into impossible passions
Corrosive
Erosive
Explosive.
Daughterly love branded with duty and seared with the assumed PLATONIC.
Labels and labels and labels
Love fermenting in pools of guilt
Blood spilled before the wound was made
Shared blood;
Her heritage
Unnatural.
It aches.
An End, she thinks, an end.
She will spare herself her pain and her father her shame
Two birds with one stone a sparrow, not a dove
But the maidservant begged her "no"
The maidservant whispered of a way
The maidservant led her to her father through the dark.
Now she thinks, It would have ended there, with the knife, if the maidservant hadn't knocked.
The maidservant who had raised her, loved her, taught her right from wrong.
It was Demeter's day and her mother was with the married women
Away, away, away.
And her nurse took night and made its shadow a disguise
Cloaking Myrrh in stars and velvet black to hide her from her father's gaze
Thus hidden he took her.
Secrets were not made for men.
Three days he waited, then he asked her name
She would not say.
Four nights he waited, then while she slept he lit a candle
Firelight shone cold upon her face
Cold upon the sword he drew against her, blood of his blood
His child, his joy, his late lover.
Myrrh fled.
"give me not life and give me not death
give me a tomb while I still have my breath
give me not mercy and give me not tears
give me a grave where I'll weather the years"
Meshed against the borderlands of will and wrong
Tripping in the thorns trailing from her mother's eyes
Tripping tripped and fallen
Roots twined round her heart
And now they call her myrrh.
how the gods loved trees
…trees and trees and trees
a/n according to the myth, she falls in love with her father and when she tricks him into sleeping with her he tries to kill her, but she runs away and the gods turn her into a myrrh tree.