Myths About Eternity


I am Persephone’s pomegranate seed
flung into the pit of bitter-hearted Tartarus
bitten bare to a false king’s bane
tumbling down the slope with Sisyphus’s rock
broken and shuddering
but pushed back up
through each new trembling exhale
falling in and out of infinity
a ghostly arm breaking through the black waves of the Acheron
reaching towards the sunlit crags of Olympus

once I was there
the frozen fingers of Pandora
wrapped around an open box
fumbling through empty air and
looking up
at a face that will be
shell-shocked for the rest of eternity

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