there's a moth caught in the house
the sun, amplified through glass sheets
warm stars hidden in vast, cold space
skeletal frame lurches, cool and uninviting
the dark looms around every corner
ghosts, imagined and real, haunt every step
artificial light does not push away threats
it is a faux star in a dying place
my bones merge with wooden beams
bugs of the earth eat at my liver
butterfly wings, ethereal but venomous
leeches do not consume tainted blood
my pain unmakes me
the termites ******* sins
the eyes of a moth's wing are not blinded by light
my pupils dilate, resurrection
reborn as filament reflected
only moths could love unholy lights