There is blood; blood on her hands,
blood matted into her hair,
blood everywhere.
Wolves run in her eyes, canines
slick and looking for the kill.
You think Scylla is fearful?
She is not the one who will kiss
you as she tears your throat.
Watch for her.
She is everywhere, in everyone.
Desire and anger hold a battle in
her heart and reach a truce
to kill together.
Her smile is like honey.
Her sword bites like death.
— Clytemnestra /// (d.s)
























