Icarus flew to me
with eyes set ablaze
ready to conquer
yet another porcelain doll
the wax felt hot
yet his words soothed me
porcelain doesn't crack
mere dolls do
tremendous things
promises of a future
I love the way he says
bold faced lies
at least one of us
in sickness and health
can pretend like they aren't
dying inside
alas, he drowned
in seas of temptation
and left me scorching
all by myself
porcelain doesn't crack
dolls don't cry
we just sit still
looking pretty
another one comes
with a hammer this time
determined to crack
my smooth skin
I let him craft
artisanal wings
with rough hands
that don't hurt me
my face unchanged
he falls as well
moving on to find
another doll he can break
maybe he realised
porcelain is hard to break
since you can't shatter
something that's broken already
twirling the remains
of those feathers
I glance at my smudged hands
submerged in grease
my smile is cracked
like a used good
waiting to be returned
to the store
finally, I leave
dragging my shards this time
on to find another Icarus
to pierce into.
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Poems I wrote for myself
PoesíaI'm a girl that struggles with sharing her thoughts with the world outside. It's daunting to say the least. These poems are things I wrote first and foremost for myself, but now, I want to hear from others and what they think about them and whether...
