The Ants


Mark Foley

Deeper pain lines the tunnel of our lives. We squeeze the glass jar as hard as we can and look in painstaking wonder at our bleeding hands. Well what did we expect? Squeezing anything hard enough will cause it to irrupt, even if the bleeding isn’t as obvious. Band-aides will slow the trickle, but it serves us right as the wounds refuse to heal. Our strength has our heads clouded, invincible turned out to be our own little mind job on our realities.…step on an ant hill and watch them scatter, but even they know enough to rebuild what they call home. Perhaps our insecurities lie straight to our faces...perhaps we should take a lesson from the ants.…because Heaven forbid the ants should strike back...we'd all be in trouble then.

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