Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

I was everything you wanted to be once.
An attentive father.
A sober partner.
A dainty hammer at the side of emergency glass.

Everything that was asked.
Even the ones I left blank.

Choking on imagined injust, and a menagerie of worry.
Climbing in dervishes of dust and neglect
building
towers
prisons.

Buried under catacombs and cruel
blank
oubliettes.
Neurotic accusations of smooth unfeeling walls
darkened by the festering nuanced hell of a promise unsung
a dream left drought.