prometheus | Isobel Li

Dhivakaran S via Pexels

you fill my stomach with the tickle
of delightful heat


flaming ardor
you guide me down illegal paths and


half-hidden alleyways
i follow recklessly like a moth


drawn to the light too close
and i am singed


too far
and i have lost all direction


you are prometheus,
the martyr, the sage


in the darkness of uncertainty
mother drew the curtains shut


where we are all the same
father locked the doors


one spark and the whole house
burns down


they say you’re a fire hazard
i say you’re the light


at the end of the tunnel,
the door to truth,


but the authorities prevail
so mother snuffs you out,


father tightens the locks,
and we are plunged into familiar darkness once more


Seventeen and scared of highly concentrated sulfuric acid. Occasionally creative.

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