Elektra

by Jennifer Saint

I truly had the gift of prophecy, breathed into my mouth by Apollo himself. But no one would ever believe another word I said.

Such a man speaks poetry in place of facts and thinks he tells a higher truth when all he spins is fantasy.

husband sailed soon to slaughter enemies in the pursuit of power and glory, but I had been slaying monsters for years, smoothing the path at my children’s feet so that they could step confidently into the future.

Nothing brought them more joy than the fall of a lovely woman.

Let him come back and die at the hands of his bitterest enemy. Let him come back so that I can watch him suffer. And let me make it slow.

YES MY REVENGE QUEEN

Our city would only exist in our memories; a strange, shared bond that flickered into existence between us all, just as we were torn apart from each other, just as we were about to be scattered across the ocean and separated forever.

would weep for him, for us all, but I am too numb, as though I am already shrouded in the fog that drifts through the realm of Hades, that rises in vapor from the great dark rivers that flow under the earth and drain away the memories of the dead into silt so they can wander the gray shores never knowing what they have left behind.

a man can’t be too careful when he’s married to a woman who thinks nothing of killing a husband, after all

This is so hypocritical of Elektra