tattooed down my chest.

Desperate reminders.

To see it, see it, see me.

Etch them out in pitch black letters.

let them overlap.

And overlap and overlap and overlap.

Make me a spiderweb,

stitched together intricately.

I trap you.

Cocooned in my black silk lines to be added to the collection.

To be consumed. To be loved. To be held.

You turn into just another thread in my spool, a line of cursive hemmed on my skin.

Swimming in a sea of sins,

you are so unremarkable.