Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This piece is about attraction as a cycle —
how some things draw us back, even when we know the cost.
The ending is the beginning.

Moth
Poetry by HxNightshade

drawn to your flame.
Burn me up
with your love—
watch me ascend,
begin again.

It’s a loop—
time twisting in
on itself.
I feel like I’ve
lived this before.

I’m just a moth…

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]