a poor soul's
confusion
mistaking
your lacework
for diamonds
your clinging
for attraction
your feeding
for affection
writhing to death
in your snarl
mistaking
your fullness
for her failure
to keep you
while you disrobe
for bed to
sleep and dream
full like a king
juice still dripping
down your chin
fat gut protruding
never considering
as you snore
that your repast
was once
called something
she had a name
(scarlet web)
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