The shadow moved along the outer wall of the city, following the wall outside the Slums after checking the hole in the wall and discovering the entrance still covered and locked up. They turned their face up to peer at the nightly sky that they traveled under. The poet lowered their hood and smoothed their hair before unclasping the thin chain on the cloak they had worn for the many nights that their papers plagued the city of sicknesses.
They pulled the cloak off their shoulders and folded it in their arms before kneeling by the wall, pushing aside some foliage and resting the cloak inside the small space hidden half under the bricks of the barrier after making sure no snakes resided into the hole. They brushed their hand on the plants and fixed them to return the cloak into the shadows, returning to their feet.
The poet moved along, boots making the drying grass crunch lightly as they reached the canal not that far outside the city, which connected a river into the Slums. They moved up onto the small iron fencing the railed the sides of the deep, man-made canal before gracefully leaning forward, diving underneath the waves, Icarus vanished into the water.
When they resurfaced, swimming underneath the grate and into the Slums, climbing up a ladder and out of the disgusting water, there was no Icarus Albatross to be seen. Only a commoner, adjusting her mask and carrying on to find a breakfast like any other in the locked up Slums.
They pulled the cloak off their shoulders and folded it in their arms before kneeling by the wall, pushing aside some foliage and resting the cloak inside the small space hidden half under the bricks of the barrier after making sure no snakes resided into the hole. They brushed their hand on the plants and fixed them to return the cloak into the shadows, returning to their feet.
The poet moved along, boots making the drying grass crunch lightly as they reached the canal not that far outside the city, which connected a river into the Slums. They moved up onto the small iron fencing the railed the sides of the deep, man-made canal before gracefully leaning forward, diving underneath the waves, Icarus vanished into the water.
When they resurfaced, swimming underneath the grate and into the Slums, climbing up a ladder and out of the disgusting water, there was no Icarus Albatross to be seen. Only a commoner, adjusting her mask and carrying on to find a breakfast like any other in the locked up Slums.
