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