She’s A Black Widow

In this dark illusion it fulfills this tribal fear

your cast iron cruelties it’s sever it’s caviler.

Your charisma should have been my warning

my musing nemesis is relentless but charming.

Fragmented folklore the tales that are figments

my clairvoyance is resistant! lacking persistence.

That sheer grown clinging to your naked body

imagery so profound why my eyes disregard me.

Reasoning unwinds this lustful sight controls me

your plunging knife! you must be done with me.


Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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