Her breath slipped away from her lungs into the night sky as she fell. She however for once in her life did not feel out of breath.

She felt calm.

A sense of serenity gliding through her ever so slowly numbing nerves. The feeling of the harsh night against her mauled skin that slithered through her shirt slipped away and rocked another screaming part of her mind to sleep.
Soon she would slip away and escape the heavy pull of gravity on her eaqually taught skin and soul.

It was ironic.
She embodied the legend of Icarus. Gravity being the helping hand that assisted in her life as doing the same to take life back.

The decision was made, gravity was a Gemini. Fuck, she hated Geminis. 

She hoped that she could be created into something beautiful. Maybe a sapling in a forest, planted in just the right spot that would help her shelter so many wisps of life. That would be nice.

And so, the last breath of carbon was dragged into the stars along with her matter that found itself, times later, forming into a little sapling, planted by mourning souls in the memory of a girl who had wax wings that melted in the heat and scrutiny of society. 

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-ZB