Moths

I’ve got a mean streak in me smeared scabrous head to toe shallow enough to be rough to the touch even from a distance it’s starting to show please know that I’ve tried to spare you this plight fatal flaws — burrowed larval moths eating at me until they come to light a patience known to thin a temper prone to swing moths ravage my complexion consuming you as they’re leaving me shedding scales from vehement wings a tempest of dust that I’ve unleashed there’s no shelter here no air left to breathe a jittering eclipse a pale lunar limb an opaque haze is closing in an infestation of baseless anguish I’m not always a walking plague I often lack self-restraint babbling when it’s your turn to speak cackling as I vibrate and pace yowling ‘til I choke wound up with vertigo lined with vile cocoons throbbing as they grow you tell me you can’t recognize this hideous figure I assume when there’s nothing wrong between us the moths are loosed enshrouding you shedding scales from vehement wings a tempest of dust that I’ve unleashed there’s no shelter here no air left to breathe a jittering eclipse a pale lunar limb an opaque haze is closing in an infestation of baseless anguish suppressed expressed the moths consume there’s nothing left there’s nothing left