Ali S (Australia) published:
Our young hero, Icarus, lies
alone beneath the blood-stained skies,
broken and battered on the shore,
cries drowned out by the ocean's roar.
Slender limbs splayed like broken wings
and feathers held by fraying strings,
he breathes bubbles, coughing up blue
ichor and regret. He looks to
the sun above, burning his eyes.
Our young hero, Icarus, flies.
6 days ago