The Globe

I stare at the bright. It blinds my eyes. The heat penetrates my pores, but I enjoy the burn. Oh how you glow so beautiful, oh bright one.

I close my eyes and still see the bright. I move away as the burn intensifies and feel the attraction to touch the bright. I am so attracted to this force.

The bright calls my hand like a magnet and I wonder is there a moth inside my hand.