Moth Wings And Heavier Things Poem by Aria Siren

Forgive me but I may be missing your mark in my interpretation; I had to read it a few times even to come up with this but, I still really like it at this and that's why I'm putting it down here. The bath, being associated with relaxation and healing, is suprsingly the complete opposite here, rather a bath of nightmares. It would seem the redefinition of roles is something to look out for. The macabre tone is set by the time we read soggy self-esteem, a phrase we take naturally assumes that it is a person that the narrator is speaking to. The sacraficial wishes that come after would show this person to be very close; a friend most likely. All the poetic images from wet moths onwards depict this sacrafice, a desperate attempt to better the friend at any cost. Indeed, the price for being the ears and the stability for someone else to certain degrees is high as any one who has done it would affirm. The cost usually is the smile of solid happiness at least. In the light of that, in being the comforting bath time for someone else, they, your own close friend, becoming the bath of nightmares that was considered before. Their role changes in a way, into that of a torturer. However, if they didn't turn the faucet and let it out then they still would be, only to themselves and perhaps this is what he last remark means, about heavier things, perhaps a suggestion that the friend has already tried to bear their own problems and thus that it simply isn't possible to go it alond.