Mantis

you eat me up
with your power
you devour
me

I am your prey
femme fatale
you pinned me down
I cannot flee

Midwife crisis

she saw his eyes
blinking in her womb
and said:
please come out,
no strings attached
you tiny sprout

but Feetus whispered:
I’ll stay put
and linger
for a while
before I shall embark
on this lengthy earthly trial

I won’t
I can’t
condone
your needy behaviour

I won’t
I can’t
I shan’t
be your savior

I lost
my marbles
where
did they go

I guess
downhill
perhaps
with the flow

breathe well
my dear
breathe
without fear

inhale
fresh air
and let your mind
be crisp and clear

thou art not mine type
hath said the writ’r
to his machine

i can pusheth
thy buttons
but i’m not too keen

f’r i cannot
seeth thee
as th’re’s nay screen

keep me in line
before the cord snaps
said the fish
but don’t take me
hook, line and sinker