Confession No. 4: i'm not a damned bit better

dearest,

you know the story of icarus

a fable

told to children

warning them

teaching them

there are consequences

don't reach

for what you cannot have

you know the story of icarus

(i know you do

you told it to me

once

before)

but i'm going to tell you again

anyway

icarus built wings

wings of wax

wings to fly him away

wings to help him escape

he flew these wings

up and out

he soared

he soared

he saw

the sun

and he wanted

so he kept flying

up, up, towards it

and it burned

his wings were melting

and it burned

and it was so bright

and it tore him to shreds

he would have been blinded

he would have been blistered

he would have been burned

and he kept flying

and he flew

and it burned

his wings melted

and he fell

and he fell

and he fell

and he brained himself on a rock

that poor bastard died

and he didn't get to touch the sun

but the sun sure as hell touched him

and it burned

confession time: i am not a damned bit better

always,

your teenaged disaster