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The Moth Woman

Long forgotten, a moth flew in my car. It could have been the biggest fly in existence. The proboscis told me it was a fly. The wings told me it was a mouth. I am not an entomologist so I am not sure. It was huge. It flew over my head as I was taking my son from the car. The flymoth buzzed in my ear and I refrained from screaming. I didn't want to frighten John for no reason. It's funny how motherhood changes you. I felt the displaced wind from its wings. I didn't want it in my car, but I figured it was just a flymoth.

I opened the windows hoping the flymoth would leave. It never did. There is nothing more dangerous than trying to drive while keeping your eye on a flymoth. I had no idea what its motives were, but I sure was going to quash them before they even began. I was the human, it was the flymoth. I wasn't about to lose my car or my life to an insect. That is what I told myself anyway. Inside I was trembling with fear because I knew at any moment the flymoth could attack.

I watched as the flymoth crawled out of sight. You would think that this would relax me but it didn't. It wasn't a roach. I wouldn't mind it disappearing if it was a roach. Roaches have mind control powers. Roaches emit things that can contaminate you. Roaches can't be trusted. It is best to keep them at a distance.

I turned on the radio to distract myself from the fact that I could no longer see the flymoth. So when it flew in front of my eyes I closed them, opened my mouth, and let go of the steering wheel. As I was screaming it flew down my throat and I hit a tree. I couldn't decide what I should be more upset about, the fact I swallowed a flymoth or the fact that I hit a tree. I decided that the best thing to do was to just cry. I'd tell them it was the car when they asked, but in reality it was because I had been touched by a bug. I could feel its DNA fusing with my own. I could feel myself devolving. I could feel the cooties all over me. I needed to brush my teeth. Then I would need to wash my hands. Then I would need to take a shower to remove them. I could feel myself dying because the bug was touching me on my inside parts. I wanted to puke, but then not only would the flymoth touch me twice, stuff that was on the inside will have come out of my body and that is just nasty. However, the thought of the flymoth continuing to contaminate my organs and DNA was equally disturbing. I couldn't decide what to do so I just cried harder. It was because I hit a tree I would tell them when they found me.

When they did find me I was too stunned to cry anymore. The flymoth had been dissolved by my stomach acids and was making its way into my intestines where it would be broken down into amino acids, polysaccharides, and nucleic acids. I would be contaminated by the bug. It would become me and I would become it. We would become one. I couldn't cry about it anymore. My skin felt dirty and was crawling. I needed to take a bath. I needed to decontaminate.

Little did I know the flymoth did not die inside me. It laid eggs and the babies were eating away at my inside parts. I would be unaware of this because they were also producing a chemical to keep me alive until the final moment they would burst out of me in a colorful tissue explosion. Until then I would be the moth woman. Not really me, but everyone would believe so. I keep hoping that my son would figure it out before it was too late. As long as the milk is flowing, that boy does not care.
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