Terror.
Belly of moths
Bloom to fireflies
Sparks to heat...
Butterfly burnt toast...
Scraping burnt flies
On toasted hearts..
Foot bath
Floating moths-foam
Swept in corner...
Bare budding moths
Make nets of my disguise
My protection, my hiding...
My delusion.
Moths in my belly bloom to fireflies.
Illuminate my insides
I've never seen.
My face.
I've never seen.
Illuminate me.
Illuminate me.
Illuminate me.
Illuminate me to
No owner.
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