I just went to bed
left you on Read
I did it on purpose to mess with your head
Laid in gossamer sheets
tinged sickly red
with the blood of words
that went unsaid
hard to deny
who made the bed
who caught whom
in whose spinnerets
Distraught with rotting thoughts
locked in my own stocks
stalking twisted halls
the clocks have all stopped
Stuck in my head
kicking myself
with broken knees
and buckled legs
struggling to free myself
from myself
Entombed by one I never could deceive
darkness abounding when all that I need
is to catch the right light
and stop trying to fight
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
The prompt was to use Walter Scott's "..tangled web.." line in a poem, this was what came out.