ANTI-LOVE LETTER #2

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