The ghost of Icarus//
With every passing breath i see
Your flickering spirit- glaring at me.
She is smaller and brighter than i am now
But the pain she's felt knows no bounds
Her past bleeds out from scraped knees
Each bruise another story the world will never see
As yellow as the sun, burning the wings of Icarus
How dare you look at yourself with such flaming ignorance
The ghost of your wounds can be seen on every surface
So breathe your consciousness back in
To your ghost
And begin healing.
-S/A
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escapril 2021
Poetryjust a collection of escapril prompts i thought you guys would like!\
