“So erst with melting wax and loosened strings
Sunk hapless Icarus on unfaithful wings;
Headlong he rushed through the affrighted air,
With limbs distorted and dishevelled hair;
His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,
And sorrowing Nereids decked his watery grave;
O’er his pale corse their pearly sea-flowers shed,
And strewed with crimson moss his marble bed;
Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,
And wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.” — Erasmus Darwin
she walked with darkness dripping
off her shoulder. i’ve seen
ghosts brighter than her soul.
her heart, just like a star — dead
and dazzling — was hanging upon
the midnight of my soul.
































































