Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

What was the price?

Falling as I did, for as long.

Transfixed, held.

Dark, like ink stained fingers.

Still, of lavender and rigid pews.

I never asked for this.

I never wanted this.

What did I?

What have I?

Still.

I can feel it caving in.

Getting smaller, becoming numb.

Creeping.

If I falter

would you catch me?

If I fear

fear for me.

I never told you.

I never knew.

Its getting quiet.

Its getting closer.

I can't.

I'm afraid.

I want to be.

I want to be.

I had to hold on

something

someone

All there was

all I had on that sharp, bloody ground

was a place best left alone.

If I let go now

will I disappear into the empty sky?

Will I be?