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The Praying Mantis

by BREE


It was 7 minutes after midnight

All the tears, I’ve feared came

Crawling like a baby deer hit

By headlights

All the pain, I’ve gained stayed

Retained in my hippocampus

Leaving her husband to not

Being polyandrous

It was 7 minutes after midnight

To where she saw the bright white

Light, that her feet took flight

From the freight that she could lose

Her life

But she jumped and the weight

Of 1,000 began to sink with a

Relief of release

It was 7 minutes after midnight

When she noticed it was a dream

That she learned to lean on the

Things that she can see rather

Than things that she believed

It was all a dream because

It was 7 minutes after midnight