Black Widow

Reality, Relationship and even Death. As a view from a Black Widow.

The tangled web I have woven is but a walk down a highway of lost horizons.
I cannot turn the corners of misfortune,
I cannot yield to the hazards that scatter before me.

These streets colored in their distressed red roses,
Deep, rich fragments of what once was you.
Laying there in a violent patronage of lifeless indulgence.

Your love was deep with intent, contempt and obsession -
You devoured every emotion, never conceding;
Persistent and convoluted, you banter in front of me.

Until dinner.