The tiny moths circled around me as I lit my cigarette to feel the warmth of my mouth,
A bother to sway them away; I just stared perplexed at a fading reality

"My name is Sarah", said she
mirroring my dead wife
Not much to my surprise
I heard the bugs talking every now and then
"What brings you here? This open balcony that no one inhabits?", Said she
"To escape from myself", said I
"It's funny, how you swallow what we call home and it doesn't burn you"
I replied, "but it does **** me, even if it doesn't burn me"
"Oh!", she gasped.
Not understanding what I meant
"I will let you stick to my body just to feel the warmth I stole from your home", said I

She swarmed over my body and slowly her friends joined in too
They felt the warmth of their stolen abode
and I felt the warmth of bodies
They kissed me all over, savoring every trace of their destroyed home and I fell limp but complete

"Your warmth is growing dimmer", said one
My body turned cold and my eyes shut close
I died on that fateful day giving them back a piece of their right
When the morning light fetched sunrays
They had died with me
Laying in bulk beside me.