Cassandra would have been at home with the blue-haired oracles
sitting in their cozy apartments with feline familiars and potted pals,
struggling with her own panic attacks she tries to explore with online therapy.
She would wear Lululemon mushroom pattern leggings, collect pretty rocks,
and be a dirty-minded virgin who spends more time on Ao3 fanfiction than others.
She curls up in a fuzzy blankets still playing Animal Crossing New Horizons
frustrated at the outside world of angry human villagers who just won’t listen to her.
Despite the liberal art degree of English, philosophy or another variant,
her refined insight is the target of insults. How can you be so smart and yet
remain in a stagnant retail job for so long?
Yet she remains in perpetual prophecy with the constant stream of information,
her eyes struggling with the blue light disrupting her circadian rhythm yet again.
Lost in labels of neuro-divergance, Cassandra lays out her medications daily,
hoping at some point there will be some well established Agamemnon,
perhaps a husky dom of a man to sweep her away from her everyday.
One day there will appear an asshole of an Ajax who will steal away that innocence
and will rip her hard earned peace far from her grasp.
But I have hope for Cassandra, that she will have her own constellation to perch upon.
Instead of an eternal torment like the vain Cassiopeia, it will be a glamorous honor
for the woman who fought to arm and forewarn her neighbors with knowledge,
who was willing to burn the proverbial Trojan horse of con artists to save them,
and empathetic to help and defend her home till she was brutalized
in the sanctuary of her self-made Safe Space with her flags still around her.
May she find a happier ending in a modern retelling, far away
from being labeled as property, and instead portrayed as a queen in her own right.
Crowned with weary maturity and persistent optimism to connect
Cassandra would have been happier if she were born
about two thousand years later.