Poem- The Promethean Fish

“Gutted like a Promethean fish, / Mouth gaping in and out as I’m sliced down the middle with a cold, steel knife. / You take away my liver—that thing that let me deal with all the poisons of the world. / The poisons come flooding back and I have no defenses.”

Basically, I’m dealing with personal issues with poetry, so you know I’ve got a problem.