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{Poetry} Kin of Prometheus
Category: Writing and Poetry
Kin of Prometheus I don't want to die at the edge of the woods all alone, like an animal. A criminal. Watching the getaway cars, so close yet so far. The vines are my handcuffs as all I can do is look up to a big dark sky and watch the comets shimmer by. Singing a sickly sweet symphony of how great their success ought to be while I am bound to this ground. An offspring of Prometheus with no fire t... » Continue Reading