Moths

Part I

From across the hall, she hears the noise of cracking knuckles,

Staggers a bit more in this wrong place, at this wrong hour...

With white and black butterflies snuggling at the light bulbs,

And the sound of broken ribs will soon pick up the featuring...


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Part II

Drops of blood will follow him around and a quick kiss at the back of his neck

Will send him upwards to the sky and straight into her tight embrace....

Her scent will send shivers down his spine....

Her callous fingers will push him forward...'till she's thrust through him

He hears the sound of dripping....He looks down...loses his balance

Turns his head to the side looking for a culprit…

Yet he sees nothing but scorched footprints on the asphalt;

"Payback's a bitch.” He utters discontent,

While the winged figure finally steals his last breath. The End.

[AD 2007]