adventures of a dying moth

child, eating
mature, fleeting
floating just out of reach
Slap!
return, armed
empty
chilly dismay washes over
muscles relax in defeat
just another one that got away

the shadows
the shadows on the night stairs
one of these fake wood swirls
is not like the others
for just one moment, eye contact
compound vs lens
wings + proboscis vs Bounty Basic

cover, blown
the great white curtain of death looming
escape!
too late
smothered

curtain stained with blood of the fallen
blood, but no body
dismay, flash freeze
the stairs, the stairs, the shadowed night stairs!
crawling, limping, the war is not done
the curtain, for certain, you cannot run
Scoop!

and squeeze
Crack!
from ear to belly, where dinner lurches once
sympathy unravels the curtain slowly
presents the spoils of war

a motion! no, a simple slip
a motion! a motion! misery!
horror, flash fire
i put it out
curtain call

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