We tread lightly, cautiously Listening to the myths and tales Of heroes and foes, monsters and gods. Silk weaves into art whilst Ego breeds eight-legged arachnids. Narcissists melt away, While foolish girls are swallowed by the earth, And spend their winters licking the pomegranate juices Off their nimble fingers. Life’s cheaters are to spend eternity, Shoving their soaked sides against boulders, Cheeks puffed, gasps escaping clenched teeth. Only to watch the stone plunge back down. We are to control curiosity, Avoid searching for answers and opening pithoi Containing dangerous secrets. Thiefs such as Prometheus are tormented. We remember his punishment. We refuse to be bound, sliced, exposed, and feasted on.
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This is so delicious. Ugh your narration voice is so mysterious yet ever-powerful, like the myths you weave in and allude to.