add water, add 10,000 metres of space

“Icarus” from the Four Disgracers by Hendrick Goltzius


To sever you from my life is a jolt. To fall from a great height is freeing. You move forward, becoming twisted. I lurch out from something at high speed, skinning my hands a little. I calm myself, I walk slower, I burn something unneeded to the ground. New.


About the author
Tybalt is from Auckland. Her work has appeared in the Poetry NZ Yearbook.