See the Light, Moth.
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck…
Why don’t you just stop
You can’t penetrate the glass
You’re just a little moth.
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
Come now, little bug
It can’t be that bad
Would you fly into the sun?
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
So fragile you are
Cupping you in my hands
Leaving glitter-dust behind.
Silence.
What are you doing in there
Little moth?
Open my hand and let you go.
Thuck.. Thuck.. Thuck..
Hmmmf.
Stupid Moth.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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