This idea came to me in the car. It possibly has some personal significance. I literally scrawled it down while driving - I do not reccomend this for safety's sake.
Wings
What if, when Icarus flew so close on his waxen wings,
The sun had shied away in shame for having attracted him?
Would he pursue the wind, the stars, the moon instead?
Or would he still spiral to earth
Under the weight of a dream denied?
Oh, you who are brilliant like the sun,
Don't you understand?
I'd have rather you burned my wings
Than gently, carefully clipped them.
A selection of unpolished creative fiction ranging from a few sentences to portions of larger writing projects. All characters and content are (c) Lauren Brooks. Please read post "A Novel Idea: Introduction" before reading & commenting.
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