Just spitting out moths
Pretending they were white butterflies
Everyone around
Was captivated by your "beauty"
Letting the pests crawl in their ears
Eating out their brains
Like soggy winter vegetables
Wings fluttering against their skulls
Coating the bone in dust
Each stroke like a
Razor blade
Cutting deeper into the tissue
God, you're so toxic
And they have blood
Gushing out of their noses
Streaming down their lips
The taste of dull metal
Rolling off their tongues
Dripping down their burnt throats
Flooding their cracked lungs
The moths keep spilling out
Pushing your lips open
You say a word
And hypnotize.
