icarus
bones hollowed and aching for ascension
they run and run and run
discarding all mortal tethers
to achieve glistening, golden dreams
that shine oh so brightly in the distance
upon arrival
they stands with arms flung out
basking in the harsh light of that glistening, golden dream
that melts away as reality shows its face
revealing the ash covered path
of all the ties they burned
and they wait
for the congratulations and happiness
to pour into the sweltering hot dream they acheived
and they wait, and wait, and wait
until the heat consumes them whole
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