Can't say this is the most positive piece of fiction I have written, but I think the language is good, and it has some potential so thought I'd share.<P>Wrote it in September when I was trying to stop obsessing about the OW.<BR>It's the beginning to something. Probably not a poem, maybe a novel, probably a short story.<P><I> You called yourself Aphrodite, born out of a sea of black water, drowned from the weight of red rocks at your feet. I should have felt sorry for you, but I didn't. You tried to take from me what never belonged to you, what you couldn't even begin to understand, and I hated you. Yet, I loved you, but I will do neither anymore...</I><P><BR>