reoccurring nightmares jolt me awake
sleep deprived, I scroll through my phone seeking interpretations
this always leads me down a narrow spiral
a dearth of knowledge littered with lies
I fear most of all the devil, death and bugs
the devil because I’ve been told that I’m damned
death because it is coming to claim all the things I love
and bugs because I’ve lived through too many infestations
But last nights dream was different
I dreamed of beautiful bugs
a swarm at the peak of a mountain
moths swirling around the place that I might summit
a glowing moon, light blue and eerie
snow slowly melting
the air a tentative dusk
Fluttering at the center around the moon,
the red eyes on their wings flashed me a warning
I drew closer
so close I could hear a chitter
a shiver went down my spine
but I walked on
shielding myself through the swarm
a moth separated from the group
approaching me
I began to panic,
worried it would hurt me
fearing that its small yellow tongue might lick my feet
that I would taste the fur on its wings
that we might consume each other
I ran from the swarm down the mountain
down a dark path leading me back to reality
but when my eyes swiveled back open
and my face bathed in the blue light of my phone
I wished that I had stood my ground
what would have happened
if I greeted the moths,
continued to up the mountain,
and bathed in the light of the moon
joining the moths in a dance