I could tell that you had smoked a cigarette before I saw you because your
shirt smelled like smoke and your lips tasted like lung cancer. (I like to
pretend that it doesn’t really bother me I am a moth flying
into your flame.)
Your eyes are green like everything that burns, but your hands are strong
like those who fight fires without more fire. Sometimes I trick myself into
thinking that I can smell the backyard smoke of my father’s cigarettes,
cigars, marijuana, radiating off of you.
Do you remember that time when you told me that “everyone sins?” I do
not think that you took into account the amount of which we all sin. (All
sinners are equal, but some are more equal than others.) ((fire will always
destroy moths. You are burning my wings with your magnifying glass))
I think I am drowning in the gene pool. I think I’ve broken the bones of
three different people. I am terrified my dream catcher will stop working
and years worth of nightmares will catch up with me. Light my
nightmares on fire with your lighter. Turn my everything to smoke.
I spent my entire last year breaking wishbones and hiding them underneath my mattress for luck. I spent my entire last week getting
splattered with the blood of lambs that I’ve slaughtered in your name, in
the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
We are lighting moths on fire and watching their wings burn.
There is a chrysalis I am building. I am not looking for change, I am looking
for the darkness and safety it will provide. When I hatch, listen to my wings
flutter. Wait for me to land and then squash me with your cigarette ****.
Smoke me out of your house. If you love me, you will set all the bad
parts of me on fire.
Poor little villanelle I wrote for my poetry portfolio whose spacing got all messed up :c
I basically rewrote "Eclipse" because there were some parts of that poem that bothered me and I also wanted to focus more on the moth aspect of it so yeah.
