The moths draw closer to the light,
Seeking the love that never seems to find them.
They feed on whiskey and cigarettes and quiet desperation,
Placing an unwilling goddess on a trailer park pedestal
And offering beer cans and roach clips in homage,
Never finding the holy strength in themselves.
3 comments:
Wow, this is so full of impacted imagery~ You made the light so insightful!
Mary, I love this, darkness and all. The photo is amazing.
Strong images here, Mary! Unsettling.
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