“she was exquisite like blood rolling down Athena’s lips, and i had the audacity to think i could…”

“she was exquisite like blood rolling down Athena’s lips, and i had the audacity to think i could hold her down and whisper promises in her ears. you don’t chain the aftermath of a war down, but here i am trying to swallow it whole. it’s not yet sunset but i’m waiting​ for that red on the horizon to wash me clean. it took me a hundred and ninety eight weeks to learn that the sacrifice of a goddess isn’t something you feel, it’s something you lose, but i’m still forgetting that the space between my ribs is meant to be hollow. asking for more is asking for the Aegis to deafen me, but I’m not sure what the difference is any longer.”

bluestruckholly // day 1383 of knowing you (via bluestruckholly)