To Eris

On the occasion of the fifth day of the lunar month.¹ 🌒 Lady of blades and of apples, of stratagems devised in retribution, the clashes of bronze are yours, strong words at marriage-feasts, this cycle of anxious rewording. Daughter of Night, your insatiable will drives all things into mixture, as bright oil meets opaque water. You … Continue reading To Eris