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POETRY

Trapped

bullets, prometheus, and a quiet wish
Poem by Zoe S 
Illustration by Bita S

it feels like i’m being shot

one bullet at a time,

penetrating through me

through my lungs 

my stomach

narrowly missing my heart

i can’t stop it,

i can’t escape

i try to dodge the endless shots flying at me

but the blows keep coming from nowhere

each one faster than the first

they are too fast, too frequent

each shot takes a chunk of me with it

the more i endure, the less i become

my once complete self

gradually chipped at and taken away

slowly destroyed amidst the chaos

what once gave me strength now tries to erase me

Prometheus gave humans fire

his punishment was eternal suffering

i gave myself, my sanity

i gave all of me to them

i sacrificed too much

 

is that why i’m being punished?

let me just disappear

let me escape

 

please.

 

let me leave the suffering

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