moth, you silkflutter at my window, amberdust wings in a flurry of hope, legs and arms tangle, scramblescraping at the stoneblack glass, shivering across the loose-slip surface no foothold, crack or nook to stop.
moth, my cruel reflection thrown over you and flung into the night at the stars (where you should be, throfting milk-white at the moon) stares through me black and cold and clangs, for I’m goose-guilty of this sly deception: for me the light clucked on and spread its beamy fingers out to you, and beckoned lithely through the dark.
moth, you tint and tut and thub and thud again, again, against the blot-strong glass, you ram and butt your blunt flat head, and bleed mothblood, and pulp yourself to death – for nothing but a humming siren, pulsing fools-gold lovebeams at the night.
A piece of magic! Beautifully etched moth with a tiny skull... Accented with a fiery genuine Ethiopian Opal.
Easy to wear and love.
Width 2"
1" tall
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