where insects go to die

he said

I'd end up

just like her

smoking cigarettes

and sipping coffee

 

alone.

 

but I keep company

with all the winged creatures

who found themselves

attracted

to beautiful things

that would eventually

 

kill them.

 

there's a lamp

on my back porch

where insects go

to die

 

smoke

dances around

their hallow corpses

 

coffee breath

fills

their air space

 

loneliness

loves

their

lifeless

legs

worries

meander

through

their

broken

wings

 

I call them

friends

 

we are drawn

to beautiful things

 

the only difference

between me

and them

is that I'm

still alive;

 

the beauty

hurts us

just the same 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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i find this joyfull. and don't despair, if insects love that light so much try to give them light bulb that don't heat so much so they live in their ecstasy