This is my Ira.
She died just a few days before I left for the US. She was a 13yo yellow lab with a heart bigger than life. She loved everything and everyone and could make anyone smile no matter how down they felt. I got her when I was 12 and took her almost everywhere with me, no matter the place, time or people. She was a saint.
Now, I’m not looking forward to coming home since for the first time in 13 years she won’t be there waiting for me at the front door.
Here are the women with ancient
anger in their veins and the cruelty
of a goddess in their hearts.
You will beg before her, you
will scream; but Hera never flinched
from the words of a mortal,
so why should she?
Do not stand in her way.
She will burn down your kingdoms,
herself with it, if it meant
Medea /// (d.s)