The Ashen Moth
Katie D. Johnson
The ashen moth…
She wasn't always empty.
Once upon a time, joy and life
Flowed through her veins in singing streams.
Tears were rare and anger was scarce.
But then she woke up with her light
Only shining in memories.
Ashes were ashes and dust was dust;
The rosy lights had melted into half-hearted lies
And false hopes of something better.
Not knowing why, the now Ashen Moth turned
To dancing with death.
She chased ravens,
She teased tigers,
And she courted fire.
Maybe she just wanted to feel alive again…
But one day, she disappeared
With only hints of her existence
In the still ashes of a Christmas fire.