Out of the foam she crawled. The albatross that had guided her to the shore cried from above and turned back to the high seas. Fatigued shoulders sliced the tide as white hair separated from a crest of water. She pulled herself onto a cliff cursing and laughing. That naked body did not shiver as she tossed a moving pack from her back, to the ground.
The swimmer pointed to the sea and sneered. She considered how humorous it was that she had just swum in the tears of her father. The very tears he wept upon realizing her betrayal five centuries before.
"And be in no doubt" came the god slayer’s whisper, "thou shalt weep again Lord God Ixias."
The woman fell to bone exposed knees, exhaled a breath of determination and looked down at her corroding breast. Skin peeled from the flesh and floated to the beach as crumbling butterflies. The nails were sanded off from the salty sea, the eyelids as well. A murder of crows haggled one another across the sky eclipsing the moon while patiently, with an upturned face, she waited.