Moths

From Growtastic

I framed your body

spider cracks formed in between the glass and wood

my hands reddened as the final pieces came together

a light bulb held suspended where your heart sat

so thick with moths floating

each one trying to escape

wings brushing the cracks

not changing anything

You haven’t moved in a year

each night the light flicks on

a pop I swear I heard

drawing them closer

covering the surface completely

until the backs of the wings brightened

tracing the outlined patterns like flashlighted hands on empty walls

I swear I saw your face

I wished I could wrap strings around your fingertips

rest them on the ends

the gentlest pull then them falling

It would release the edges

they would fly out, dropping you

snapping the tungsten

You no longer standing

or the spider cracks that remained of your figure

Them moving away, patterns mixing with the stars

Just close enough to grasp hands

Bending heavy fingers until they grow together