THE MOTH

Her brain

She kept

In a golden bird cage

Her demons roamed freely

In and out

Her wings were backlit

A moth in the static

In the day, she faded

She clung to the night

She sat

And she faded

With the other ghosts

She waited

Her soul

Liquid gold

On the waiting room floor

If she were the moth

Her end would be clearer 

Trapped by the sap

Or caught by the spider  

She reached out her hand

For something to guide her

Day turned to night

Night turned to fever

Hey doctor

No need for muscle

I'll dig my own grave

Eternity is shallow

Time is all I have

And for you

Time is gold

Your precious ore

On the waiting room floor

I'll pass you the gold

Just hand me the shovel

A creature once alive

Never fully fades

She prayed for hurricanes

For tidal waves

For something big

To wash it away

To loosen the earth's mud

To unbind its clay

The nights grow long

Her wings are frayed

Time grows slippery

Behind the golden bird cage

She chokes down her words

They're hollow anyway

Just like tomorrow

Just like yesterday.