I catch the moths between my fingers,
and linger as their bodies
and my shameless slaughter
are both washed down by
warm water.
Not yet suffocated by my hands
sometimes they still flutter
but they'll be dead before
the taking of bread and butter.
"My record is three today",
I say to her so she'll pray.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 9:01 AM UTC
I catch the moths between my fingers,
and linger as their bodies
and my shameless slaughter
are both washed down by
warm water.
Not yet suffocated by my hands
sometimes they still flutter
but they'll be dead before
the taking of bread and butter.
"My record is three today",
I say to her so she'll pray.