moths

By Abby Moeller

they fluttered
graceful wings
dancing in the pale glow of moonlight
as the shrieks of children
sacred and young
filled the night

then

all fell silent
at the simple touch
of papery wings on clammy foreheads


Abby Moeller (she/her) is a writer based in WNY who explores her writing in forms varying from poetry to dramatic monologues to epic fantasy stories. Currently, she lives with her growing zoo of pets and endlessly teetering piles of books. She can be found rambling on Twitter at @abbym823.