The tiny moths circled around me as I lit my cigarette to feel the warmth of my mouth,
A bother to sway them away; I just stared perplexed at a fading reality
\"My name is Sarah\", said she
mirroring my dead wife
Not much to my surprise
I heard the bugs talking every now and then
\"What brings you here? This open balcony that no one inhabits?\", Said she
\"To escape from myself\", said I
\"It\'s funny, how you swallow what we call home and it doesn\'t burn you\"
I replied, \"but it does kill me, even if it doesn\'t burn me\"
\"Oh!\", she gasped.
Not understanding what I meant
\"I will let you stick to my body just to feel the warmth I stole from your home\", said I
She swarmed over my body and slowly her friends joined in too
They felt the warmth of their stolen abode
and I felt the warmth of bodies
They kissed me all over, savoring every trace of their destroyed home and I fell limp but complete
\"Your warmth is growing dimmer\", said one
My body turned cold and my eyes shut close
I died on that fateful day giving them back a piece of their right
When the morning light fetched sunrays
They had died with me
Laying in bulk beside me.