Flammable Icarus

by cwviderkull

All of
my worst poetry
are
songs of praise
for
the beautiful weather.
Cheesy.
Just terrible.
The sun is my antimuse.

It seems
my creativity burns
as easy
as
my skin.

The quality of this one?
Wouldn’t know.
I’m working on my tan.

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