The thin red layers
Laid on her pale white skin
Black waves rested on her shoulders
Paint stuck to her gentle features
Sapphires ran through her tired eyes
The orange embers burned through her
Like a candle left out in the cold

Running miles all alone.
nothing to nurture my weakened bones.

i feel a certain certainty
that i am going to burn myself
in the warmth of your fire.

i used to be so afraid of getting burned.
but the longer i'm in this fever dream,
the less i seem to care.

if i must be icarus
unable to resist reaching for the sun,
then so be it.
if i must be icarus
flying headfirst and blind,
trying to find your heart of hearts,
then so be it.

yes, he burned
and he fell.
but has anyone
ever known the sun
as only icarus did?

so let me burn
and let me fall,
fall hard into the cruel blue ocean waves.

let me know what your sunlight is like at point-blank range.