Icarus

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell.

Threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world.


(There is a bitter triumph

in crashing when you should be

soaring.)


The wax scorched his skin,

ran blazing trails down his back,

his thighs, his ankles, his feet.

Feathers floated like prayers

past his fingers,

close enough to snatch back.

Death breathed burning kisses

against his shoulders,

where the wings joined the harness.

The sun painted everything

in shades of gold.



(There is a certain beauty

in setting the world on fire

and watching from the centre

of the flames.)


— Fiona (wearealsoboats on TikTok I believe?)