By LINDA SANDS
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Captured alive, caged
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Fluttering helplessly
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Papery-winged, tasteless
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Playing dead, hoping I’ll forget about you
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Just a silly plaything
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Tickling my tongue with your tiny feet
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Leaving bits behind as you try to wriggle free
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Teased by my slack jaw, attempting escape
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Broken-winged
Headless
Crushed
You’re like the moth in my mouth
Dead to the world you once knew
Spat out
Left behind