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Aspiring poetess | Reader | Lover of the written word

[alovetoread16]

O goddess, sing tonight not of the failures of men nor of the hubris of icarus, or of his scornful laugh & smile (instead, sing of the gentle gasp he let out before breaking the surface of the sea) & do not speak of the wax that burned his back & shoulders in retribution for his pride (speak instead of his grubby hands reaching out to catch the feathers floating past his face) O goddess, sing tonight not of the failures of men, but of the humanity they possess that always comes just before the fall

even the gods are not invincible | @alovetoread16

[alovetoread16]

Some stains never come off, like red wine on your best tablecloth or the ugly scar of unrequited love.

from a poem I’ll never write