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The Bodies of Moths

May 5, 2010
By Theatricity BRONZE, Worthington, Other
Theatricity BRONZE, Worthington, Other
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The bodies of moths
litter the windowsill like
the empty wrappers of bubblegum
empty minds
empty wings
they crackle in the sun pouring in through the dusty cracked
window; dust motes lazily circle on some current of air
undetectable
The bodies of moths
are so dry; parched, I am afraid that if I touch them
all the moisture will be sucked out of me
until I am merely a husk,
a shell,
something that remains after the life has
flown away
I sweep up the moths
ashamed in a way;
They lie there silent
on the sun-dried windowsill;
what right do I have to disturb the dead
in their peaceful slumber?


The author's comments:
Spring cleaning provoked me to think and ponder the life and death of moths. Interesting enough in itself, I hope others will find it interesting as well.

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