The Moth

 

 

 

I put up a curtain

Of crushed velvet the color of the blood on the inside of my arm.

I drew all the shutters

and the blinds -

Nobody would get in, this time.

I pulled up a book

And I looked around to see how closely the shadows were watching

Before opening the cover

And abandoning myself

To careless sensitivity.

Like a razor rubbing against my veins

The skin like a bubble

I poured another glass

And I said cheers to the rain.

I was Esmerelda and Rapunzel

Except the plots were thicker, shorter and filthy.

There were spatters on the door

And he couldnt reach her hand

No matter how hard she tried to touch him

And I lost track of the witch.

And so you know...

I'm not coming out of this cocoon

Until the metamorphosis is complete

And I am entirely

B***h