Drip, drip, dripping
Out
Of me, every
Tear carries
Too much, too much
So much that I
Regenerate, my
Pain is like
His liver;
Prometheus,
Prometheus.
Out
Of me, every
Tear carries
Too much, too much
So much that I
Regenerate, my
Pain is like
His liver;
Prometheus,
Prometheus.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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