the emotional
predators
no longer need
to stalk prey

this interconnected
world has become
so lonely they
simply have to
wait until the next
victim hops into
the boat on their own
willingly blind
for the chance to
feel anything in a
digital facsimile

like watching a
car crash in
slow motion as the
victims stagger
into the light
only to see they
were just one of
too fucking many
in five lane mess
of shattered hearts

the digitized casanovas
delete all trace
willing to lay low
and lie even lower
until the smoke clears
some new drama explodes
allowing them to begin again

exchanging plasticized
emotional equivalency
as they drain the willing
prey to husks once more
only feigning shame
when the bodies have
been discovered again

i suppose you can’t
expect something called
the web to be without
venomous hungry spiders
with cold eyes waiting
for the latest catch
to entangle itself