the snake
never questions
the feasibility
of economic fragility
the serpent
only tends
to the soft truth
in the hiss and sighs
tenderly wound
beyond
the hollow reproach
within necessity.

the spider
weaves not a web
in pursuit
of artistic integrity
the arachnid
spins silk
to lure the budding
naivete inherent
within
the withering dismay
brought on
in the foolishness of dream.

so too
she coiled herself
in knots
along my ribcage
fangs resting
along cardiac simplicity
her
imperceptible trap
woven with care
throughout
the series
of coagulated thought.