Selene's Shards

By Ethan Le

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I wander empty rooms, mourning my beloved.

I carry a glass mannequin, her fragile limbs trembling in my arms.

I hug her tight, craving warmth, craving presence.

I dropped her.

I lost her again.

Oh, Selene, why?

 I plead. I do not care.

I grab the shards, hugging them once more.

They pierce my chest, embedding in my lungs, slicing through a heart still stubbornly beating.

Blood mixes with sorrow, but I do not let go. I whisper apologies to no one.

The glass weeps silently with me.

Outside, the world moves oblivious.

It’s not fair,

It’s not righteous,

Oedipus hubris.

Morality is fragility.