The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.
A Modern Icarus who drowns in the
smoke that bellows from his lungs,
and yet, somehow despite the
flames that spill from his rib cage,
he is bright enough to put the stars
to shame, bright enough that children would make wishes on the
embers that fall from his skin. Even
his grin shows something of those
flames, something never meant to
live; his laughter is death-tinted, as
if he knows he's already breaking.
He dances with galaxies, and just as
they do, the brighter they burn, the
closer they are to their end. No life
has ever made its way into his
bones, but the flames that transform
his blood into ash, also shine in his
eyes. He is a ghost to this world,
sometimes people must glance at
him twice, for they fear that his skin
is translucent, but it is that light that
continues to spread inside of his
lungs that causes him to whisper in
quiet tones, just for his ears, that
this is only the beginning, there is
starlight calling him, there is
something beautiful waiting for him.
Someday those phantom wings of
his will reach the galaxies he has
always known, and those flames will
transform into the same fires that
are given to falling stars.
By Maggie
http://okayodysseus.tumblr.com/post/111781535161/modern-mythology-icarusthe-pieces-all-fit
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The Rhythm of Immortality
PoetryA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.
