Little Moth

Little moth
The size of my little toenail
You spiral down form the ceiling

A cloud of sawdust
Tight, held together
By an invisible force.

The light goes off
And you are still

But with the TV on
You are reckless.

Fly towards the light that blinds you
Fly all night until you reach the sky
Fly to the moon until your wings are broken
Fly until there is no air for tiny lungs to breathe.

Every night a new challenge.