inkskinned:

of all the stories, 
i could not look straight at cassandra’s;

a myth that all women 
knew was not a myth

the first time he hits us and is just flirting
is the first time we awake in cassandra’s fields

and she tells us:
it will always be like this, it will always be like this

you will be burning and they will tell you
that there’s really nothing wrong