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K’Lee P.
K'Lee has a love for storytelling, psychology, and adventure.
Pandora’s Burden
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
By J. Otis Haas5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
The anticipation and then the let down. So well done. 💖
This captures such a forlorn sentiment. To me it speaks of the very human feeling to sometimes feel too separate from nature, like maybe we're just something a little different from our environment. But I think this poem could say so many things. Gorgeous.
Such a sad ending.
Awww!! I was soaring through those first two lines and then you hit me with that last one. So well done!!!