Poem -

Red

Red

Red

Two widows among common house spiders
They all seem harmless, but not her
Red heart buried beneath time
I feel the ridges of my mark but could never quite see it
Her menacing hourglass demands notice
Red, Wicked, Venomous
A warning to some, an invitation to others
Threatening those who draw near
Red eyes set to kill
Only when they notice, it's far too late
The web perfected, her traps cast
Red petals litter the floor
A trail worthy of Hansel & Gretel
Curving, Leading, Promising
Red door frame welcomes all those who pass
She calls to me, ripping any thoughts far and away
Pulling me closer with the wag of a finger
Red vision, blinded by lust
Skin and tongue grappling intensely
I am defenseless, my death has arrived
Red blood gushing
Although skin doused in blood, I remain unscathed
It’s not my heart, my pain, my blood
Red hourglass
Only it does not belong to her
Bright and proud, attached to me as a fair warning
Red heart of hers strangled at the midline
I feared pain, I wasn’t ready
Now she’s empty and we both see
Red.

 

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