If I would be a satyr, then at least
some god could end this lustful
chase, turning me into a constellation
on the sky; or more likely, into
an animal, a wild boar or some
other beast that would aptly
represent my internal state.
And then a hunter goddess'
spear could slay me, and
her hounds tear open
throat and organ.
03.08.2024
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