to Minos, and daddy can do his worst.
Oh, easy to say! The sentinels always
blocking the gate. And the bolt only
budges for daddy. It would bruise my fingers.
Daddy, it’s you I dread the most:
stupid old man, to stand in my way!
I’d have loved the gods, if they’d let be born
fatherless. But Fortune hates
cowards. Scylla, become your god!
Any woman who burned as badly as I do
should’ve already erased whatever
resisted her will to possess her beloved.
They won’t say I’m weak. I’ll walk through fire.
I’ll walk through swords!