Unravelling
Finding modern isolation inside the empty spaces of ancient myth.
They would go limp
Before they ever
Raised Paris.
.
I've met a fair few
Too many swans
.
Where their long necks
Elongate
When there was no consent.
.
They believed
They were the first
Human titans:
.
Betting on breakups
To grow muscles,
.
Cheating on Hera
To become Zeus.
.
Even in my boob size
Your ribs
Never made me yield.
.
The golden altars don't care
About the majestic wings
Of a swan.
.
Toy stores are bare
And the schools
Are shutting down.
.
Apollo's curse
Didn't work—
.
He is the one
Shouting
Into a canyon.
.
He doesn't know
The difference
Between white and gold.
.
He blows the trumps
In the cabinet,
.
Then lies
About his politics,
.
Hiding behind
A shroud
That was already unravelling.
.
But I am wet
Like water,
.
And I flow
Down Olympus—
.
Washing
The kind of man
Who lets man teach them
How to love a woman.
.
You turned away
To build an island
.
And found
Nothing there
But frost.
.
You wedded yourself,
Narcissus.
.
History repeats itself
In two eggs—
.
Beauty
Is the Trojan horse.
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About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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