I am the goddess left alive, 
daughter of Cronus 
tortured by hardened hands 
because he could. 
 
Rhea saved her son. 
 
Couldn't bother with me. 
 
I had to wait for Zeus to grow up 
and save first our swallowed siblings. 
Those years were an eternity. 
 
An eternity 
of cheeks torn shiny red raw 
from calloused flesh arrows. 
 
An eternity 
of lying curled like a fetus to protect 
lungs bruised by dusk ballistae. 
 
An eternity 
of metal-tipped whips biting 
my bare back to splintered eggshell. 
 
An eternity 
of normalized fear and understanding 
a father's love is just another myth. 
 
After eternity, Tartarus. 
 
My body is finally free 
 
yet my mind is cursed to relive it all, 
and my tree-root molested well-water name 
is forgotten to the pantheon. 

Preview from my upcoming 2023 collection The Soul Without a Summer