Moth


Oh Little Fairy,
How proud you must be to lay your head here.
The great, white window.

You flew too far from the light,
and now you lie on a big, black, broken box.
Just your wings to close around your perfect body.

Two great eyes, and dainty tufts,
which used to let you find your way.
How still you are, but how fragile.

Blown away.
Faceless.

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