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Charon, I still keep the constellations in jars. You will not take me across the Acheron, so I wait on the river bank, trying to steal pennies from other passengers. I hear them clinking in your hull, ferryman, forgotten and oxidized. You call me by my name, even now.
"Persephone is dead, and her king never heard you crying out as I have."
I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.

Charon, have you met the slighted king? When he called, I answered, but his memory was just as rotten as mine. I had loved him with my own shadow, once. Ferryman, have you ever been in love?
"Stay on the shore. There are those who would see you swallowed whole. Little one, stay on the shore."
No one told them they couldn't swim to Tartarus. Sometimes, I believe I knew them better before you refused my paper stars.

Charon, am I drowning again? Or has there always been saltwater here? They never said anything.
"The inbetween is purging itself of you."
No one's joined us in some time-- I hear them rapping on your hull, clawing for your old coins. Will I die here on the river bank, watching all others gain passage from you with pocket change and fearful smiles?
"Go back to sleep."
But I cannot dream any more than you can, ferryman.

Charon, they are hurting me. You tossed a noose to pull me out, but only snared half of me. We watched them devour what remained, their gaping mouths and skeletal fingers remembering nothing of humanity or kindness. They seemed pleased with my bones. It is so dark here, where has the sky gone? Have even the stars left us? I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.

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Charon, I still keep the constellations in jars. You will not take me across the Acheron, so I wait on the river bank, trying to steal pennies from other passengers. I hear them clinking in your hull, ferryman, forgotten and oxidized. You call me by my name, even now.
"Persephone is dead, and her king never heard you crying out as I have."
I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.

Charon, have you met the slighted king? When he called, I answered, but his memory was just as rotten as mine. I had loved him with my own shadow, once. Ferryman, have you ever been in love?
"Stay on the shore. There are those who would see you swallowed whole. Little one, stay on the shore."
No one told them they couldn't swim to Tartarus. Sometimes, I believe I knew them better before you refused my paper stars.

Charon, am I drowning again? Or has there always been saltwater here? They never said anything.
"The inbetween is purging itself of you."
No one's joined us in some time-- I hear them rapping on your hull, clawing for your old coins. Will I die here on the river bank, watching all others gain passage from you with pocket change and fearful smiles?
"Go back to sleep."
But I cannot dream any more than you can, ferryman.

Charon, they are hurting me. You tossed a noose to pull me out, but only snared half of me. We watched them devour what remained, their gaping mouths and skeletal fingers remembering nothing of humanity or kindness. They seemed pleased with my bones. It is so dark here, where has the sky gone? Have even the stars left us? I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.