Apollo- Kristen Kim
apollo is drunk
as usual, these days.
he does not care
for the ivory thrones
and silver pedestals.
his hair,
once glorious,
locks of golden curls
cascading over his shoulders,
lies lank
and tangled.
his lips
once luscious
are now chapped
and cracking
dried blood outlining
the gaps in his skin.
his eyes,
once the color of summer rain,
are shot through
with red.
apollo is dying.
apollo was once
a god,
and now he lies broken
and beaten
on the bedroom floor
with tears on his cheeks
and blood
dripping from his arms.
someone once told him
that no weapon
could make a god fall,
and that he
was powerful and strong.
but there's something
they don't teach you
in primary school:
no one is immortal.
everyone has to die,
someday.
like a glass vase,
hurled to the ground
from olympus.
crash.
apollo is the shattered glass.
he is shattered glass
and broken dreams
and hurricanes
and nightmares that never go away.
he is shaking hands
and the last few drops of coffee
and defeat.
apollo is drunk
as usual, these days.
better to forget
the things he does not care for
as usual, these days.
he does not care
for the ivory thrones
and silver pedestals.
his hair,
once glorious,
locks of golden curls
cascading over his shoulders,
lies lank
and tangled.
his lips
once luscious
are now chapped
and cracking
dried blood outlining
the gaps in his skin.
his eyes,
once the color of summer rain,
are shot through
with red.
apollo is dying.
apollo was once
a god,
and now he lies broken
and beaten
on the bedroom floor
with tears on his cheeks
and blood
dripping from his arms.
someone once told him
that no weapon
could make a god fall,
and that he
was powerful and strong.
but there's something
they don't teach you
in primary school:
no one is immortal.
everyone has to die,
someday.
like a glass vase,
hurled to the ground
from olympus.
crash.
apollo is the shattered glass.
he is shattered glass
and broken dreams
and hurricanes
and nightmares that never go away.
he is shaking hands
and the last few drops of coffee
and defeat.
apollo is drunk
as usual, these days.
better to forget
the things he does not care for