Black Widow
Ignore the lock
slip through the bars
and come right in
Mind your step the path is steep
to taste the puddles of my grief
and see the sticky blood wet sheets
that lie upon my cold dead bed
There is a price
I govern here and am not nice
to men who play like they pretend
to love me in my darkened den
But, stay as long as you would like
to watch me with my slicing knife
and we will sit in silence
delicately savoring
hearts and livers, crisp white wine,
and frosted kisses
After you have had your fun
and morning blaze
we both have shunned
you beg me ooze out of my shell
my secret hell?
Describing it is much the same
as picturing the Book of Kells
What delicious temptation!
If only you had known I'm
without name or nation!
Forget your satisfaction or your gain
Understanding why and when
I wend along the devils bend
is all in vain
And you are just like all the rest
come here to take
what little less that's left
When you are not looking
I'll blow out the waxy candles
where I'm cooking
Cut you off at the knees
Take your delectable spleen
poem by Sara Fielder
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