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>TFW you end up writing more notes than actual short stories

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>They say that none who drink of the Lethe can remember its name, or themselves
>How many times has this played out, I wonder?
>How many times have I been forced to maim my beloved to prevent him from staring into these cruel, deadly eyes?
>If I have drank from the waters, should I not forget its name as well?
>The fool didn't listen, wouldn't listen
>By my hearth he would find warmth, in my kitchen he would find warm food and in the bedroom my flesh
>Ready and wanting -- No -- needing his touch
>How cruel of Athena to have torn me asunder in this way, what woman could refuse the advances of a God like Poseidon?
>This man -- This fool husband of mine... He was sent to me from the Ruler of the Seas, the Cleaver of the Lands, I know it
>It pained me to strike his azure blue eyes, so deep like the ocean his master claims dominion of, blind! Oh, the painful regret that welled up in my bosom and caused nettles in my skin!
>So I did the one thing I had told myself I would never, could never do again. I offered my hearth and my love and my body to this man
>Ah... I can still feel the callused palms of his hand, rough from the handling of the oars upon the seas or the casting of great nets, as they gripped my bosom
>Or the way he plunged his tongue into my depths with reckless abandon, the aching in the dark between his inner thighs growing more insatiable, more gluttonous
>But, as with all good things, it came to an end...
>He felt my hair, the dozens of snakes curling about his hands and arms in affection as we rutted like beasts in the mid-summer
>Again he haphazardly fled, the aching in my loins strong and as of fire...
>Again he fell into the Lethe, forgetting everything... His blindness, the touch of my skin, the warmth of my heart... The taste of my flower...
>But, as with all things, I must be more diligent
>The bindings will be ready by sundown, before he awakens. If he cannot be trusted to mind his own safety, I shall do it for him
>He will never leave me again, Ever
>I cannot bear the thought of him forgetting my touch, or the touch of the daughter within my stomach
>I am so monstrous... But what wife does not have her husband's best interests at heart?

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