the moth and the flame

the moth had excuses before, excuses that weren’t even good enough for herself to believe in.

she had been too close to the flame…too close for comfort.

she thought she was just close enough to be fairly sated but not too close to get scathed.

she was wrong.

she had been too close that the fire almost consumed her.

almost.

because her gumption to move away from the flame saved her from getting burned.

now the flame ignites anew.

the fire is too enticing…inviting…

luring the moth closer…

tempting her to touch its warmth…

resist, the moth must.

could she?

would she?

i just dunno.