Moths

Kagoatweed's Rant: Read and Review, but please don't steal ideas!

I went alone to the muddy little stream. I needed to swim to see. Barefoot, I padded from stone to stone, and I felt them cringe. I apologized to each of them. When I ran out of cheerless quarts stones on which to hop, I shed my second skin and dove. Water bugs fled my shadow as I hit the water hard.

I walked through the water, the currents steps on which I stood. The water formed a dress of dew for me to wear. I went deeper into the water, but the sunlight preserved in the dew shone a path for me. I followed the currents.

There was a man at the bottom of the steps. His eyes were a dark red. That was all there was to him. He had a man’s shape, but he lacked lips or a nose, all he had were those piercing red eyes. He stared at me with a soft gaze as he put out a nondescript hand for me to take. I felt at ease as I got lost in his eyes.

The moths don’t like me. Each time I step millions of them cast off their disguises and flutter away. The man steps beside me. Every time I scare the moths, he gets lost in their leaf wings as they flutter higher and higher towards the sun. We walk somewhere. All I know is that it’s cold here, yet I don’t want to leave, my heart feels so hot…