Fabric of My Existence
So much of my day is spent
With thoughts of you
Crawling through my head
They transform into butterflies
With black wings
Death moths that eat away
The fabric of my existence
Leaving nothing but holes
In the spaces you once were
Words: ©2020LCR
Image: Skeleton Moth ©Elizabeth Tilly
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