XIII-III

spin the threads
of hearttuft
into
the webs of deceit
then marvel
at the prey
caught in predatory
shimmering
nothings

these
savage revelries
of debased
shrugged off
emotion
litter the ground
at your
hastily stepping
feet

cupid’s bow
notched
with gorgon’s arrows
lead not
to love
but the simmering cookpots
of time shaven
into a mockery
of forever

long before
the earth cooled
into a semblance
of sustainable
the games played
by bitter hearts
helped to shape
the brambles
of resent

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