She lay in the water
Wondering
whether to take the pierce
Whilst she eagerly waited
for her answer to appear
Moths
All shapes
All colors
All sizes
Landed in the water
struggling
Until they
no longer had the force
no longer had the desire
to leave
She wanted to save them all
Instead
She watched
All of it so captivating
She swam with their souls
listening to their cries
As they sunk to the bottom of the lake
Perfectly still
Perfectly at peace
She followed
Her verdict now lucid as the water
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