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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4248 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention A Note to Dillard Regarding Moths Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) I married a man I did not love because you spoke of simple things; eyes like wicks, a hundred orange wings and the crackle of a moth’s back, a thorax catching flame. It was not the night which called but the red act of death, the blue tongue. Desire was not why I married him but a need to burn, to become more or less than ash. Annie, was it not beautiful this death, this spark beneath my rib and the day came without need or sacrifice still he could not see me burn. |
