mothkssed
and all he lost was me.
i reached for warmth and was met with fire.
when i combusted,
he didn't lose a piece of himself or his heart,
as poetic as that would've been...
but rather, just me.
a gap in time.
something you'd miss if you blinked.
—but whatever.
mothkssed
now i'm a raging fire that licks at the souls of the innocent; those untouched by pain. but interestingly, i do the same to those who speak suffering like a language they've mastered.
mothkssed
to become a flame, i first had to be a moth. i had to burn, fall to ash, and gather myself again; a single ember at first, small but alive, growing brighter from there.