ICARUS BY CHARLOTTE PARDO
Little bird Its feathers beating Bullying the wind around it It just can ’ t seem to find A place to land ...
Perch upon my aorta , fluttering figure
A CASTLE Rest your MADE weary wings OF SAND , WE BUILT AND A SCULPTED
CASTLE MADE OF SAND , WE BUILT AND
I will morph , MELTED my limbs into branches AWAY SO EASILY BY SCULPTED THE Just PUSH for you
, AND MELTED
PULL AWAY
OF THE
SO DEEP EASILY
BLUE
BY THE PUSH AND PULL OF THE DEEP BLUE
I ’ m sorry The dark cavern Confused you And exhausted you And you laid down To die
Fly closer to the sun Icarus For your wings won ’ t melt I envy you
REST STOP BY EMILY HUMMEL
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