Prometheus didn’t see 

her coming 

and when she was 

gone, every other night he welcomed 

whisky vultures to help his liver 

forget immortality.

Easy to say she knew what she was doing,
blame her 

for opening. Even 

with all the gifts 

of the gods she could not know.


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