PAIN. 'Moths' poem and picture. Anonymous.

MothsAt first I thought they were butterfliesAnd welcomed them,And revelled in the sensation they gave me; fluttery anticipation. But after a while I realised they were eating holes in my heart,because they weren't really butterflies, but something quite apart.And then they multiplied into an unwanted, tangled array.Now they won’t go away.

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