Aria Siren

Moth Wings And Heavier Things - Poem by Aria Siren

Draw me a bath full of your nightmares
Let them come
Crawling out of the faucet
Like a macabe theatre special
Like an ankle dangling off the bed
Like empty playground swings
See, I want to feel them
Flapping against my icebox skin
Tightroping their way over my body
Searching for a crack
A place to scurry in
Oh and your
Your soggy self-esteem
Your hemp breath




They are trembling uner my nose
Stealing my air to dry their wings
I would suffocate for you.
Exhale every attic
Empty every chamber
Extinguish your candlestick screams
I would shoot down my angels
To let your demons fly
I would let them steal my smile
As I die
After all, they've carried
Heavier Things

Comments about Moth Wings And Heavier Things by Aria Siren

  • Sandy Player (12/31/2013 5:18:00 AM)

    Forgive me but I may be missing your mark in my interpretation; I had to read it a few times even to come up with this but, I still really like it at this and that's why I'm putting it down here.

    The bath, being associated with relaxation and healing, is suprsingly the complete opposite here, rather a bath of nightmares. It would seem the redefinition of roles is something to look out for.

    The macabre tone is set by the time we read soggy self-esteem, a phrase we take naturally assumes that it is a person that the narrator is speaking to. The sacraficial wishes that come after would show this person to be very close; a friend most likely.

    All the poetic images from wet moths onwards depict this sacrafice, a desperate attempt to better the friend at any cost. Indeed, the price for being the ears and the stability for someone else to certain degrees is high as any one who has done it would affirm. The cost usually is the smile of solid happiness at least.

    In the light of that, in being the comforting bath time for someone else, they, your own close friend, becoming the bath of nightmares that was considered before. Their role changes in a way, into that of a torturer. However, if they didn't turn the faucet and let it out then they still would be, only to themselves and perhaps this is what he last remark means, about heavier things, perhaps a suggestion that the friend has already tried to bear their own problems and thus that it simply isn't possible to go it alond.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 5, 2013

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