She donned the hats of worlds
that she so was desperate
to be part of that she became lost.
Flipping through the delicate pages
of lands so thin that if you looked too closely
they would break like a spider’s web.
She became entangled in the web,
drowning herself among the worlds
which she dissected so closely,
that from the outside she might appear desperate
to blend herself into the pages
a new piece of herself each time lost.
To everyone outside she was lost
caught up in her web
of what seemed a set of carnivorous pages
biting off a new piece in each of the worlds
she visited, desperate
to keep her there and watch her closely.
In her life they watched her closely
making sure that she would not be forever lost
and because they were desperate
took the blade of reality to her web
tearing holes in her worlds
ripping apart pages upon pages.
And as each of the pages
that were tied to her so closely
were torn away, so were her worlds
the pieces of herself left there were lost
still entangled in the shredded web
hanging limply, she was desperate.
But when they saw that she was desperate
alone surrounded by the pages
trying to sew together the strings of the web
they watched her closely
as she stumbled around, lost,
without the pieces of herself she left in those worlds.
Feeling so desperate, she examined them closely
pieces of pages, all their meaning having been lost,
trying to weave together the strands of her web wide worlds.