feathers for flying
hot wax spilled
down my spine
salt in a wound
that was never mine
I reached the sun
I swallowed it whole
I kissed apollo
and he took my soul
(the day icarus ate the sun)
© the inkwell poetry
down my spine
salt in a wound
that was never mine
I reached the sun
I swallowed it whole
I kissed apollo
and he took my soul
(the day icarus ate the sun)
© the inkwell poetry