Aphrodite's a slut

Lost.

Aphrodite finds him. Leads him to Elysian dreams. But she’s that cold wind that promises relief on a hot summer’s day, and leaves instead a cut on the top of his mouth.

She turns his thoughts, suicidal, into immoral laughs. With derision, she mocks his protestations with a seductive sneer, “Come on, you’re the one being emotional, that’s not the quality of a true man”.

Bored by her nonsense she searches for bigger prey. The man had no knowledge of her hunt and was not expecting to cross her path.

He sees her. With Hera her mother. Both sitting on swings.

He takes a double look.
Their eyes lock. One whole year had transpired. The thought of a conversation seems illicit.

She leaves her swing. Tears stained, she approaches. “I’m sorry for everything” she beckons. Again. Again. Again.

And he feel the repetition. He’s hear this all before. His vision starts to dim.

She claims, “I still care. You know, I once gave a shit.”