(no subject)
Prometheus:
it's not even the liver,
the loss of
the energy needed,
the pierce, the wound, the rot,
the talons, the liver.
It's the sweat, beading behind cuffs and chaffing, gnawwing at the bone because no matter how often it comes, it screaches, I anticipate, you can't not want to pull away. Resist the restraints and rely on that boulder for leverage, as if Zeus forged chain, enboldened by bolts and revenge, could be moved by demi-man. A man's man, meat and potatoes man--whose teeth are not more a match for bone and gristle as his limbs are for lighning's steel.
It's the sweat, beading behind cuffs, and chaffing, gnawwing at bone, because no matter how often it comes, how much you anticipate it, you can't not want to pull away. Resist the restraints and rely on that boulder for leverage. As if Zeus-forged chain, emboldened by bolts and revenge, could be moved by demi-man. I was a Titan, once. When the world was large enough for me--plenty enough for man to eat meat, cooked by fire. It's that the passing of time is marked by molted feathers, rotting
it's not even the liver,
the loss of
the energy needed,
the pierce, the wound, the rot,
the talons, the liver.
It's the sweat, beading behind cuffs and chaffing, gnawwing at the bone because no matter how often it comes, it screaches, I anticipate, you can't not want to pull away. Resist the restraints and rely on that boulder for leverage, as if Zeus forged chain, enboldened by bolts and revenge, could be moved by demi-man. A man's man, meat and potatoes man--whose teeth are not more a match for bone and gristle as his limbs are for lighning's steel.
It's the sweat, beading behind cuffs, and chaffing, gnawwing at bone, because no matter how often it comes, how much you anticipate it, you can't not want to pull away. Resist the restraints and rely on that boulder for leverage. As if Zeus-forged chain, emboldened by bolts and revenge, could be moved by demi-man. I was a Titan, once. When the world was large enough for me--plenty enough for man to eat meat, cooked by fire. It's that the passing of time is marked by molted feathers, rotting