oh icarus,
your blood is so golden and sweet as it drips,
like honey sucked from the comb.
but you flew too close to the sun
and your blood caramelized inside your veins
until your entire soul turned cold.
the more frigid you became,
the harder you fell,
and even your trusted wings couldn't keep you up anymore.
even i couldn't keep you up anymore.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
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