Icarus

I fly for the sun
only to burn

and

when I awake
I return a prodigal.

The most rare second chance is given in the form of a kiss,
and I must promise to behave

but

I am offered the choice
to fly for the sun again.

    And I scream my reply,

    a flagrant



   "fuck yes".


I love the way I burn
so bright, horrible, and hot,
only to plunge into the ocean.
A grave of shifting gray,
                                       
                                         cold,

                                     
                                                 and all alone.

I fucking messed up

but I didn't think it was going to hurt this much.

If our buildings were gods

how capricious life would seem.

A dance between the legs of the ill-tempered
would rip the world in two.

What's in the box?

Just a little "happily ever after" for the demon princeling.

Baby, not today.

Close your eyes.

Close    

        your




             eyes.

It was a beautiful day to die.

Perhaps she should have been alarmed that she had this thought at least once a day. But then, any day could be her last. Death was to be expected, welcomed with a sleepy sort of joy or fear.

And it would be so easy to just drift into oncoming traffic, into the path of a semi or a train. So easy. Then it would all be over.

It would be still.

There would be nobody to disappoint or try to please. There would be no constant ache behind her eyes or nagging hunger in her gut.






It would be quiet.

And just a little too dark, like the day that she died.

Played with swords,

Won by doves.