MOTH

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Mold
Break
Unfold

                                                      Drawn to the flame

                                      You don’t feel it immediately
numb first,
                       
Blister rise
                                            Memory will try to forget

By the time pain arrives
you’re already    ⠊⠝⠎⠊⠙⠑ ⠊⠞ 
                             inside it

Char

Warning 
after

             The flame
intimately  
                                burns
                                          s
                                      s
                                           s
                                      
Twist.
Run.

                 too late

Ignis Fatuus
Foolish delight

—

Oblivion

wings spread

v       b         a       i        g
     i        r         t       n  

pulsate until the skin
            RIPS APART 

pheromones, 
signal interruption

—

Temptation

Eye           Spiral  
                
          
                               pattern begins 

unravel


Secret ancestor tongue
Ignites the night

aposematism
blurred 

closer — again

—

Hypnotic

Torpor cycle
              
disorient physically warmth 

 
exuvia
          what’s left
Is that still 

Y
O
U
¿

Metamorphic 
              ash piles