Resurrection Myth

Like her brother Icarus,
the moth desires blinding light,
and flies a bit too close.
The reader knows
what happens next:
the chitinous scales erupt
in flame and she madly spirals
into the night like a flare,
marking the ground
where her body, dismantled
ash, dropped upon the grass.
But reader, look away.
Her forewings still tremble,
a threat to rise again.

++++++M’Bilia Meekers



3 thoughts on “Resurrection Myth”

  1. This is amazing. Would you mind if I reblog? Of course, all credit would go to you and it would be linked back to your blog.

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