so easy

Easy
Went into hiding
Easy
Comes out as a black moth
slowly waking up
Moving her empty wings
Shaking off dust
And going straight up
Towards the
Single
White
Bulb
On the ceiling
And she circles and circles and circles
And
Easy
Declares that she would spend
Her short life
Circling
The single bulb
Forever and ever
In dizziness and ecstasy and blindness
And easy
Thought
She was simple
But
Then
We turn the light off
And she disappears
And easy
becomes
A vacancy