Bookworm

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.