Aislinn Wilson

Icarus

Favored child, run from here.

Her writhing twitches towards your reach.

The sun is soon descending, Her waters ache for a taste. 

Favored child don't turn back

as wax crusts around your shoulders,

You'll find you're inescapably free. 

Comments3

  • Theta the scholar

    Interestingly written and formatted. But a fine write none the less. There is no such thing as flying too close to the sun for if we don't make it we still will live among the stars.

    • Aislinn Wilson

      Interesting thought. I guess that itself is an inescapable freedom. Thanks for your thoughts.

    • Neville

      the last two lines are to die for.. and of course, he did

      • Aislinn Wilson

        Well said. That means a lot.

        • Neville

          my pleasure..

        • Goldfinch60

          Freedom can be found in so many ways.

          • Aislinn Wilson

            Both fortunately and unfortunately



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