You drew me in

by intoxicating lies,

entangled in your web

of wicked lives, crawling

out of cold cement as

silvery threads of words

swallowed and picked

pain out of my teeth

with jagged toothpicks.

Blackened blood flowed

from spidered squadrons

of masked disguise

you hide behind.

You swiped me away

leaving empty frame,

spun the web tightly,

fangs piercing my veins -

twisted tortured guts

deep within belly.

You hover on

still water’s sheath.

Broken bits of moon

pierce my surface

as I’m deceived by

your lace net cradle,

prostate on your shrine.

I surrender, kissed

by wandering souls

of the damned –

a faded out tomorrow.

As you swoop

like bird of prey,

my fragile threads

U N R A V E L

stomping out

dark futility of

encapsulated life.

I confess, I am the top of my class

to hide inside with no aid of the grass

I jump, I spin

a mandolin

My poison, of my choosing

the one I hate losing

Because of my bite

the higher fahrenheit,

My target becomes a sickly bore

the one who wears a searing white sore

You're welcome, I say

no thanks to the pay

washing 10,000 down the drain

hospital bill only to gain

I digress,

I mean only to stress

that I, the one who is may be so brass

to say that I'm at the top of my class