Here is what they didn't tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell.
threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
the sun painted everything
in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the center
of the flames.)
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The Silent
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
