Icarus & The Sun

“I was a candle; / You: a bright, burning ball of light, / More brilliant than any of the small flames that had dared to kiss my wick. / Their flickering embers tried to scorch me into nothing.”

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Three Acts

“my children, just as naked, / as now, just as submerged back when / we moved through the uncertainty of shelters, / sustaining by government crumbs, / their father is not my husband.”

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