Prometheus
You were made
Your bones molded
Folded
Pressed out of clay
Skin stretched taut over it
Till you beat like a drum
Your organs stitched together
Body poured full of blood
Your eyes were pieces of sea glass, glinting against the sand
Your mouth was a leaf in autumn
Plucked from the ground
And placed up against the ivory
That formed your teeth
Fields of flax made up your hair
Unruly, golden, yellow
Falling in soft wisps
Over the hard clay expanse of your shoulders
The softness of your body
Packets of fat and flesh
Added for comfort and beauty
Your fingers, spindly and long,
Were sticks stuck in mud
Extending to the sky
Finally your heart, dipped in blood,
Shocked till it thrummed
Like the wings of a hummingbird,
Was stuck in your chest
And you sucked in air
Sucked in life
And you opened your eyes unto the world
And cried
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