okayodysseus:

poetry aesthetics: it was his last thought before he fell ( x )

You can’t love me, Apollo says with a sharp grin and peaked teeth. 

[…]

Please don’t go, Icarus thinks when the waves kiss his back and break his bones.

requested by anonymous; @ibuzoo

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