(scarlet web)

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)