Moth

I’m really like a moth.

I though the light was innocent and safe.

But when my wings hit the light bulb

it was the opposite of my perception.

Despite the tiny shock

I felt something too big to be small hit me.

And I began to fall.

Smoking wings didn’t catch the air.

I plummeted into the green grass

except it looked dark red to my eyes.

Like a river of blood.

But I couldn’t swim.

So it carried me away.

To a place where the current holds no sway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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