A Remembrance of the Moths by Jade Butler (16, Georgia)

[Content warning: suicidal thoughts]

If it all ends tomorrow, tell them I held a growing cavern inside of me and I played with life like a kid and his shiny new toy. Remind them that they ignored me though my voice echoed behind theirs and bounced around in their skulls like a despised song as I whispered for help. That there were two sides of me; a romance between the moth and the flame, between myself and the demons creeping in my shadow. The moth only follows the light, it doesn’t intend to kill itself. ​

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And when the moon came out, I would burn shit and take it into my lungs like fresh morning air. I prayed to be nothing and for death to be my friend. I am no longer air for everyone to breathe, sometimes I wish I can’t breathe at all.

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