velveteen wings // s. black

They screamed at the sky like god herself was pulling them apart
while dreaming of better days
staring at the constellations in the sky
looking themselves in shattered mirrors, not knowing anything but their broken reflection, breaking their bones, calling it a lesson, and never stopping to take a breath.
They were the heroes of their time, but this is a revolution and as all revolutions do
they burn in the night and fade in the sun.

They were never meant to be legends.
Icarus did a better job at being a lesson.