Tag: john moody
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“Moth to the Flame” by John Moody
Moth to the Flame I’m whirling my wings, of wrinkling papyrus, seeking moth light. They fray at the edges like rough sex. Wafting in a spiral of passion, I’m powerless. Your torch-thin candle kindles becomes my circled furnace, branding an orange-stain on my flight, scorched sepia. In the hover close to the flame, I flare. […]
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