A black widow

what i think it would be like to be a black widow spider

A Black Widow                   

 

I don't mind that most don't like me.

I like it here in the unobtrusive darkness,

coiled within my silken threads.

Life has bestowed upon me infinite patience

and even more - a thriving hunger.

When I dine, it is alone. I am forever

destined to continue my game of chess,

I am queen, and that is also fine with me.

My Last lover is in the corner

drained and dried, he curled into a fist.

Hair fine fangs sank into his rind

and all his squirming ceased. Something slippery

oozed from him, gravy thick and delectable.

He wasn't the first of my trophies,

gossamer polished and twisted up too tight.

There are many within my cave, and some without

sentinels on my doorstep posing a warning

to all who dare tip-toe across my piano wire

strung as tight as a hangman's noose.