Black Light Moth

Has she mingled her blood with demons’
long enough? This is your conundrum.
Did you wind her round and round the post
until the helix entered her soul?
These are the crooked thoughts you haven’t
exhausted. Soon nightfall and then:
You watch her watch transient black light
blink into full-on morning glory.
Moth turns, demons boiling
like an egg hardening in her head.
Black light moth, she is your mystery.
Did you hold her close as a child,
as close as she holds herself
to event horizons?

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