This week’s winner is Sen99  with the following poem

Moth to a Flame

She is like a naked flame starved of oxygen.
White hot but almost exhausted,
Weary like a candle at the end of its life.

I’m a blind, deranged moth
Excited to be flying towards her cold fire,
Eager to be engulfed by her,
Hypnotized and confused by one last flicker of light.

A moth has no mouth
Still, I wanted to lick her flame,
One last taste of her tongue,
A final kiss before extinction.

Just before I reached her, she blew out,
Extinguished by a winter wind
Her soot and ashes
Were just dead memories of a failed love.

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