drabbles

icarus

icarus, with his wings made of wax, soared through the sky.

he flew too close to the sun.

his wings melted, wax dripping down onto the earth below him. tears flew from his eyes, golden droplets shining in the sun's light. but he laughed out of pure joy, grinning brighter than any star.

it was odd, for him to be laughing as he plummeted towards the ground. the wax from his wings burned his skin and dried there as he fell.

icarus' laughter was stars twinkling in the night sky, a small light in the dark. his laughter was a singular flashlight held in one's hand, pointed towards a vast emptiness. it was pure glee in a time of suffering.

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this particular bit of word vomit had been bothering me for ages now, so i decided to put it here. i dont like it very much, and it was written very quickly without proofreading. so...not that great.