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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

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narrowly missing my heart

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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

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they are too fast, too frequent

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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

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what once gave me strength now tries to erase me

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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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