If…
March 10, 2026 at 8:01 PM
“What are you going to be when you grow up?”
“Good.” “A moth.”
“What? Speak up.”
“Bad.” “A moth…”
“Do you even know what they are?”
“Yeah. They’re just butterflies looking for a little heat…”
“Will I ever grow wings…”
But moths are looking for something else entirely. Maybe they just want to be…
“I want to see what’s behind the door.”
Seen. Heard. Understood. *Kept* by someone. They want to be tucked away somewhere safe, in the kind of quiet where they don’t have to hide their own minds.
“Will I ever be able to walk like the other kids? Mom… Mom.”
They batter themselves… They batter their bodies against the glass of toxic neon lights not out of blind devotion.
“Why is the water reflecting that sick, yellow light…”
But because the darkness inside is far more familiar than the light outside.
Do you want to be heard, too… like the moths? Can you hear it, too?
C’est la vie… baby.
