#icarus|musings

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Between being burned at the stake, the Crusades, the war, the war, the war, and oh yes, the war, I’ve definitely tried to stay dead.

Icarus at some point

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Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath [x]

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I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

Little Beast by Richard Siken [x]

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You had to kill him. The boy cries you a sweater of tears... and you kill him. How are you going to live with yourself?

Dying for Pie

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I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs and every night I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

Chocolate With Nuts

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A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.

“The Rider” by Naomi Shihab Nye