Cassandra

The myths were warnings, not stories.

Cassandra

She broke a man’s heart.

And for it,

Truth fell apart.

Her tongue was tied,

Her voice made stray,

Her spirit dimmed,

Thrown far away.



She spoke of flame.

They swore it rain.

She named the wound.

They called it shame.



A thousand warnings,

None believed.

A thousand hauntings,

None reprieved.



She saw the smoke

Before the fire.

But every word

Became a liar.



She watched the world

Forget her name,

Not the girl,

But the flame.



And still she speaks,

In cracks and dreams,

In fields of no and in-betweens.

The ones who hear

Have been undone;

By men, by war,

By gods, by sun.