Icarus, Prologue

The first of a series.

He lights the fires to produce smoke.

He inhales so he can suffocate on something

other than his anxiety.

He extinguishes the flame with his fingers

lubricated by the genetics from his own lips.

It burns his pale skin, but the searing and stinging

are more tolerable than the falling.

The drop gives way to numbness of his body

before the crushing weight of living piles upon his chest.

Just as the embers meet the water

his face and body are submerged, anchored by his panic.

He thinks he's met the floor of the abyss

but every day he sinks further

further into the paranoia and the water-filled lungs.

Reviews

[FirasJanabi]

wow I really like this! Very nice Icarus mash up. There was only one word I got caught up on, and that was 'genetics'. I don't know why, but that disrupted the flow a little for me. Other than that, love it.