Fireflies

Fireflies

 

How strange that you are drawn,
again and again,
to our quick, bright flames;
our warmth, our spark,
flip-side to your dark.
 

Dull, brown moth, chasing the light,
damaged wings clutching
a small, glass jar
that contains only your fears
and your small parched heart.

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