Moths,
I’ll be your flame.
I’ll be orange and pink bangs outside your
screen door, ir-
resistible.
Please
fondle me in the dark.
Please
let greed be like meat on your eyes
while I bathe you in floodlights.
Moths,
flock to me.
Lick my luminescent skin.
You are stones,
my house is glass,
and I embrace my audience.
Moths,
surround me.
Shove your feelers in my open socket
and twist.
You are the electric cords.
I am the liquid.
Kamehamehahaha,
Know know please know
“you asked for this.”
Moths,
stop is not in your vocabulary,
so when I am fireworks,
or road flares,
or saving this fucking ship,
I am ruthless.
Moths,
I can speak your language.
You are an amazingly gifted writer. Thank you!
That means a lot! Thank you ☺️
Please tell me if I am overstepping… but is this about rape? I got a certain feel, like there was a power struggle or someone was forced. I mean, you seem strong in the end, really powerful, but before that it’s really hard to read. Maybe I’m way off, but amazing piece anyway!
Yes, it is about rape