the only way out of the wreckage
is through the wall of flames —
a baptism —
like icarus bathing in his melted wings
because he dared to dream
i dared to dream, too,
and i can’t tell if this is
falling
or
flying
but through
to out,
flames be damned
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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prompt: the sweetest bite of the new season from esb.poems on Instagram
the sweetest bite of the new season
when i stun my younger self and
stand beneath a cloud of cherry blossoms,
listen to the stinging things buzz around me;
i pretend i am a flower and you are a bee
who lands on my petals and tickles me
with probing legs and an eager mouth
until you are coated and sticky,
drowsy and drunk on me
and you fall asleep in
the cocoon of my blossom,
satiated and warm
-rjm
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