Prometheus and Hercules by Christian Griepenkerl

Poetry: I’m Not Your Seventies Tragedy

Image of a prose poem on a mottled purple background. The text reads: "I’m Not Your Seventies Tragedy: 
Wounds cannot suppurate without end,/ even the emotional ones. It’s those / we insist on picking that will not close. / 
You view me your Prometheus, / meant to suffer day in and day out.  / My crime; being your daughter./ I have news for you; / 
you’re no Zeus and I’m no titan. /
I’ve broken your chains / I’m leaving this mountain. /  I may be the monster / you created; /
I refuse to be the one you own. 
~Michelle Beltano Curtis"

From my yet to be titled series in progress about family dysfunction. I would love to hear some feedback! Critique it. Don’t be shy!

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