Hannah M. Clipston

I’m still haunted by the allure of your irises,

Burning amber like fire around darker edges.

Were you surprised when I escaped unscathed?

Gathering the wax and feathers to rebuild my wings.

Didn’t you know there are creatures born from flames?

I’m still haunted by the allure of false promise,

Burning amber like a warning to Icarus.

Did you expect me to pass that way again?

Under the sun, drowning, holding onto what could have become

Before you set the future ablaze.