The Fly, and the Widow of the Willow

The Fly, and the Widow of the Willow

A Poem by Sam Sin Sepultura

Descend from thread, the dew drops graze her limbs.
She's clicking and baring her weapons.
There lays the helpless, lying in defeat.
The hopeless pray that awaits the feeding to be freed.
Beautiful beast, slick, sly and sexy.
She crawls in and closes in on her target.
She's lonely since her last devourment,
she'll take her time while binding them to her tree.
She loves the struggle, not just the need to be fed.
Don't shake for your life, she just gets excited.
She tingles, she's inviting, she wants you for display.

© 2013 Sam Sin Sepultura

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Wanker, It sounds like the character in the poem was not expecting for the other person to choose career move instead of love.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Sam Sin Sepultura

10 Years Ago

I am rather confused by your review ._.

10 Years Ago

Jinkies, typo, wank her.
Sam Sin Sepultura

10 Years Ago

Lol, sorry XD all I saw was wanker and I thought you misunderstood the message XD

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Added on August 17, 2013
Last Updated on August 17, 2013


Sam Sin Sepultura
Sam Sin Sepultura

Kelso, WA

You'll find me out through my writing :) I am Sam, I've been an in the closet poet for a while but now I want to share my thoughts and emotions with the whole world. I'm 17, still, young, better star.. more..