Very Bad Poetry

Purple moths
the colour of violets
rustle on my tongue
with a dust flavor

it clambers into my mouth for refuge
a moist
dark niche
in which to rest
as it drifts into pathetic sleep
I lay my teeth on the back wing

of the dusty purple moth
in a benevolent maternal gesture

then I grind my incisors
and taste it's abdomen burst

sweet nectar
granules of violet flavored sugar

delightful

I feel the moth's thorax
wriggling alive
not having expected me to hurt it

I press it to the roof of my mouth
chalky and juicy
the moth dissolves

delicious

purple moths taste like violet sugar
yellow butterflies taste like tomme de nena
cabbage moths taste like mint
monarchs taste like bile, and so do viceroys

Eva Gray has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Eva's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Eva's latest works: