The Moth and The Warmth

Gaurav Gurung

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.

  • Author: GG (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2025 11:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: A fictional psychological allegory
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Poetic Licence
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  • sorenbarrett

    The allegory is very nice. It speaks to the heart and soul. To give back what was taken is the best way to end a story. Lovely and a fave

    • Gaurav Gurung

      Thank you for always loving my pieces.. I'm glad to have such a reader..



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