Her

Her,

Cold, smouldering like dry ice

Touch and you will burn

Anger that is used like a jelly fish’s stings

The burns remain forever

I wrap my grief like a cocoon made of vinegar

Acidic and tart

To save myself, yet it hurts

The stings are true

A bad mother, useless corrosive

You are supposed to love your child

Support her, watch her humiliation

And sit quiet,

Don’t stop her when she demands

Pouts and screams

She has earned her privilege

Her disability is a credit card that

She uses to cash out

Yet he was not entitled

To anything that was not cleared

By the accounts department

No special demands met

No privileges given that were superfluous

Zeus decides and gives Hercules his powers

And his battles

While Hera watches, helpless