you will be punished,
said the gods.
sitting in their
thrones
made of
liquid gold.
but the girl
couldn't help
but speak.
do not fret,
she said,
i am already cursed.
she looked up
with her
dead eyes.
i am already in my own prison,
she stated.
the words filled the
air,
but her mouth
did not move.
and her eyes flashed,
replaying her worst memories.
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