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Mar 2014
You shine on us,
Sound creature
Mood creator.

A person must not get too close—
you're a crush, bright with
infatuated attraction, and we
are the most disgusting moths.
The ones that die first
out of weakness
and lay crumbling like old bones

We are
Japanese Oak-Silk
Hairy tree trunks with willow antennas
“Hear me roar,” we all say
the overused thought
aloud
Each whispering it in the curve of your ear
all the while not knowing
one of our own species
from another.



We crowd you, don't we?
Our six little legs climb your cream-colored lampshade
And our little goblin hands suffocate you
You are his crush, and hers too.

The whole clan lands on your bulb
kisses it, crawls and snuggles up against it.
Gallons of moths surround you
fly around you
Pestering...
Pestering

Pestering—pestering.

You shine back at us,
pig.
We all bump into each other
because you shine on us,
you blind us.
Sarah Michelle
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Sarah Michelle  21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak
(21/Cisgender Female/Sufu, SoDak)   
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