The Moth

Kennedy Lane

The moth is promised destiny as an ingenue. It is convinced by a lifetime surrounded by pinnacle beauty that it will also consume the minds of women, so it emphatically enters its prison. Caged in a cocoon of optimism, it waits in contemplation. Blue, orange, yellow? Which succeeds the prison? It anticipates, and, upon release, it is a geode. Its wondrous features are now locked behind bars of unassuming unpleasantry. It is now passed by, without thought, or, even worse, passed by, with repulsion. The moth pays bondage to chrysalis just to come out unwanted, but its love for beauty never ceases. It is eternally bound by streams of gold, reflecting its plainness. 

Spring 2025