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.