My heavy jaw shifts forward
As if a string
Attached to the ground tugs at it softly.
My head drops and I look at the sidewalk in front of me
Not daring to look up in fear of condemnation.
Moth carcasses lay scattered on the sidewalk
Washed through the gutter by heavy rain
Unbeknownst to us all
Until the rain revealed their fate.
It often takes rain
To wash away the veil
Of a perfect world
And show us that our demons
Are simply sitting at the top of the rain gutter
Waiting to be brought out by the rain
To be put on display
And trampled under everybody's feet.