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We are thrust into the Earth’s atmosphere.
As trail blazers,
In hopes of finding success and glory,
Of finding Achilles or Heracles.
Up there,
We find Icarus.
Skin melting,
Wax dripping from bones protruding from his spine.
Icarus smiles with skin welts that tear,
And oozes,
Dribbling golden blood down his cheeks.
There is skin dripping from his fingers
I look downwards and see we are not much unlike.
The uniform I wear is alight in unfamiliar flame.
And I am finally numb and free.
Watching the heat peel away my humanity.
Icarus takes our hands and propels us into something beyond our human form.
Beyond our roles as fathers and sons,
Mothers and daughters,
Parents and children.
He propels us into plumes of stardust,
Illuminating our sacrifice into a glowing constellation in the sky.
Written by Ariel Wilson
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