Moths:

Written By:

Alexis Herrera

I’m no more than flesh and bone.

Think of me when you call home.

Drink me down—my simple vices.

Cry a river 'til sun rises.

Only hope that flowers bloom

Above my body, once entombed.

Fill my heart, once full of snow,

With melting waters free to flow.

Give my beauty all away.

Pray my love won’t go to waste.

When I take my final breath,

Let me deserve eternal rest.

Will my soul leave this plane weary?

Will silence fill my head so dreary?

When breathing stops, does time stay frozen?

When eyes close, do minds stay open?

Wither peacefully in dirt.

Think no more of pain and hurt.

Dress me in my finest gown

For moths to feed in final hour.

Give my beauty all away.

Pray my love won’t go to waste.

When I take my final breath,

Let me deserve eternal rest.