zest for life
cw: mention of gore (prometheus)
i'd love to be in love with life every single day and i am sorry if my bitterness tastes like ash every time we kiss
but my pain was real.
it solidified into hard-crusted rock though the eruption was so long ago
i still chip at it every day my hammer is my resilience my chisel is the knowledge i have no choice i must defeat this or i will die
your magic-filled words do nothing for me, not as long as you are on the other side and i am still so far behind you that i can barely hear you
do you even hear my labour? you ran ahead, lucky one so why do you still look back at me?
i am no sisyphus and this is no rolling boulder i am prometheus, growing my guts anew every day i offer fresh blood and liver to find peace with my demons
you cannot help me with what i must do myself
so yes, i will be an ashen taste spit me out or come back for more