escapril

serpentine: liberating prometheus

my tongue is a fire extinguisher
the tip is prodding a matchstick
hoping with all hope that
it isn't lit at the wrong moment
there is someone weeping in the corner
oh, brave Prometheus
don't fret
you've done well and i promise not to abuse this gift
my impure hands often set flames
and my heart just might leap at the crackle
like two moths wings, my eyes
but my mouth is a glass case
shatter at your will, we are safe
when all is done that big snake
squeezing the world will vomit out its own tail
and i'll pry the taloned birds from your liver searching over your wounds with my tongue
but for now
i'll cram both fists in my mouth