La Veuve Noire MAG

April 4, 2018
By ZedWrites BRONZE, Thunder Bay, Ontario
ZedWrites BRONZE, Thunder Bay, Ontario
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Rapunzel
blonde locks like rope that wrap around
your throat.
A silk web, trapping you to wait in line
to be swallowed by azure eyes.
Each flick of the tongue, like hellfire
and quicksand
catapult you closer to the earth’s core.

Pretty hands, long fingernails:
great for cutting flesh.
Her foot under the table, caressing yours
a python gripping a weak, helpless calf.

You’re alive
with each breath of that rosy perfume
like chloroform enchanting you further asleep.
Weaving her fingers into yours, leading you
to the base of the tower.
That beautiful hair, tumbling down from the
paned window sill.

Sleepwalking up the citadel
Gray, white-washed bricks couldn’t bleach
the old blood.
Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, a golden noose
around your neck.

Your arms are tired, body sore

in a last effort, fingernails claw up the stone.

Then you’re left hanging with thorns
in your eyes,
from the black widow’s web, caught like a fly.


The author's comments:

I wrote this abut infatuation and how easily it can be manipulated in teenage relationships. Someone you've known for a short while may be totally different than how they seem.


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