Éloa

ikaros

 

 

You make me feel as if

you drudged me up

from one of his ribs

 

Like I was the muse

Shakespeare wrote about

 

He could have been

that fucking sun

 

And I’d melt all the wax

I hold in my feathers

just for a taste of that luminescence

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