Preying Mantis, Psycho Mantis by Gvozdi, literature
Literature
Preying Mantis, Psycho Mantis
HIDEO
Thoughts, not of my own
So overwhelming, yet meaningless
Not a single word, left to be unremembered
Just a single utter of the name I still hear
A hymn to a god long banned
Cemeteries of secular stone
My mother, rested beneath cold dirt
To me, the only god I have ever known
With her final day
She gave me
The very thing she lost
From the bed
Of which I lay my head
Nestled against the pillow
As if it was the warm breast
Of the one who birthed me
I heard the thoughts
Of the only other I loved
Only to know
The bond was not mutual
Father
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