you’re peaking too soon,
you know.
icarus and his folly
your guide to the sullen sun
the melt, the wail,
fall, boy, fall
you were never meant to be,
you know?
the crinkle of the ashen skin
crisp with the waning throes of
life
the vermin gnashing the dead cells away
seeking that marrow
slurp slurp hiss
this is your canto,
your epic,
your fate.
fuel for the festering fowl and filth
in the bowels of some rotten earth
they said you were going to be somebody.
marry the stars,
flee this land.
but, i guess you didn’t.
you know?
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