The River Acheron is one of the rivers of the Underworld in Greek mythology, also known as the River of Woe.
Here I am again—pen to paper, at last.
Ask me not of the darkness in my heart,
nor of the grime that cakes these soles of glass—
a broken porcelain doll with missing parts.
Pour out the river’s flow: a mixture of salt and ink;
bring everyday inconvenience to my brethren.
Mismatched shards and poignant glances—
one for you, one for them—as I grow restless.
Louder it gets, the low thump of discontentment,
nearer and nearer to the soul awaiting death.
Piece her together, fail one thousand times;
one thousand and one—still the panic must rise.
Looming, like a sacrifice to the pageant gods,
the cracked skin threatens to melt in the sun:
a grim fate woven on the tattered tapestry of
this woman who seeks depth in the shallows
of the River Acheron.