“ariadne”

[poem by katherine dietz ’26]

Ariadne

I wish I could say “I’m sorry” but their blood isn’t on my hands, it’s on yours Maybe

I’m guilty of one thing helping you at all

I wove you my string, lent you my knife I did it all for you I trusted you Loved you yet you left me here to die you seem to forget it was you who left not me call me a witch a traitor the like but he is much better to me than you ever were it doesn’t matter, because you get to be a hero every child wishing to be you red ruby jewels