Charon’s Wife Consoles Eurydice

You know, Eurydice
it’s for the best this way.
How could your man love you
with your flesh hanging like rags
from your skeleton?
And how could he kiss you
with your breath smelling
of snake venom and maggots
And your mouth filled up with copper coins?

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