Black Widow Poem by Alyson Leoffler
Black Widow
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Weaving, weaving, weaving
The pattern we've designed will soon be hanging by a thread.
Fate.
Build, build, build
Only to be torn apart by...
Human nature? Or something that we seem to call...
Trust?
Mistrust, I should say.
I've given myself to our work and you're blowing me away.
The web that we've created holds nothing for us but disaster.
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5/11/2024 6:02:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We can be our own worst enemy at times. Wonderful descriptive write! ; D