Dear Hades,

Men want what they can destroy.

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I am bone.

All the flesh I had to tear you’ve torn off.

No words you can spare can hit any nerve of mine;

there are no nerves left.

All I ever had to pinch was always yours to begin with;

every insecurity was your mechanism.

I am empty.

All the nature I had to exploit you’ve dried up.

No extraction you can endeavour can hit any amount of wealth;

there are no quarries left.

All I ever had to take was always yours to discover;

every richness was your desolation.

I am ugly.

All the beauty I had to spend you sagged.

No fountain you can find can restore any litheness;

there is no comeliness left.

All I ever had to deform was by your illness;

every repulsion was your invocation.

I am bitter.

All the sweetness I ever had you’ve soured.

No pungency you could bestow can spoil me further;

there is no matter left.

All I ever had to mar was always yours to contaminate;

every fruit was yours to tart.

I am apathetic.

All the fire I had to feed you suffocated.

No water you could throw can squander it;

there is no flame left.

All I ever had to ignite was always yours to hinder;

every death was your design

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