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The Folly of Icarus by silkshines, literature
Literature
The Folly of Icarus
Sunlight skitters over
the glowing arch of her neck.
It may shatter,
exposed and fragile as it is,
with her head on the mattress.
Shining strands of auburn hair,
splayed out like independence fireworks
upon the black satin night,
might just ignite
under heated gazes.
Rippling rays move
like dancers in a lost ballet
upon her vertebrae.
Their toes leaving trails,
a slightly smoldering path on pale-shy skin.
And the sun rose,
smiting those dreamers with wax wings.
White curtains fluttered in the breeze,
and the flames engulfed her.
Raisin by sk84z, literature
Literature
Raisin
RAISIN
Freeverse
I am a raisin, lost in a place where it is always dark.
Sometimes a light comes through, and it is less dark.
But, nevertheless, it is always dark.
Here, there is absence, not only of light, but of hope.
It is late. It is dark.
I am waiting for you to rescue me,
Though I know you will not come.
I am always awake, I am never at rest.
I have shrunken. I feel the size of a grain-
A grain of sand, a grain of ash, a grain of dirt-
A warm, wet grain of dirt, warm from your spit.
I used to be a plump, rich grape.
But, I have transformed,
from a plump, rich grape to a shriveled up raisin.
A dry, lifeless r
