Confessions of a Moth


I was almost a butterfly.
We are of the same order
but I'd rather prefer the night.
What guides me is the bright celestial light,
to which I had a propensity to waft towards.

I saw my comrades whirl
Around the light with no less than
Lust for the luster.
I derided them as I meandered closer.
I joined them as we danced and
One by one embraced our fates
With a staccato melody.

The zapper, my decision.
The pavement, my firmament.

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