Here, The World Entire

by Anwen Kya Hayward

Each of us threatens to unmake the other, but I am already unmade.

Call me a monster, I think. Give me a name of your own. I have been called so many things over the centuries. Sometimes I forget which names have been given and which have been taken. Monster-goddess-Photine. I am that which you say I am. Let me be the monster.

An offering from someone who has everything is worth nothing. An offering from someone with nothing speaks for itself.