temptations of a moth

I think I know 

Me. Nothing but a moth shedding her snakeskin

And so I slither to the lamp this is

Supposed to be the end

But I have never heard of a moth succumbing quietly to death

Allowing her ugly 

Spots always compared to the sisterwings

To melt, to shrink, to coat the sides of her body in dripping wax. No

I fly straight to the sun. He’s blazing and extending his arms but

I don’t take them. I will not be scraped across the clouds, lured into his embrace. I will

Fly up, pass the sun trust me it’s not worth it trust

Me. I hit a star and allow the fall to wrap around me. I

Leave a crater in the earth, like spots on an ugly wing. A crater

Worthy of a moth 

influenced by Wendy Xu