The Moth

I see her above me

and I am a moth

I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle

Her brightness allures me in my dark world

I circle her to look again

Now I feel her warmth warming me to the heart

I fly closer

Circle her once again

She’s so beautiful

so warm and infinately deep

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I break the circle

Fly to her

Want to be with her

but she singes my soft powdery wings

My fleshy body is burnt

is burning, boiling to the core

to the heart

My eyes melt and ooze from their sockets

As they do, I catch a glimpse of her

behind me as I fall

Then it’s black

Black and hot

I thud to the ground

My corpse crashing

Crunching like a plane of war

Hot and twisted

I die.