Hatching Black Widows

White tips on waves, like finger-
Nails on sirens, howling "Hola,
Ven a las Olas!" Hallow's cat afternoon
Stretch in sand, can you not see dove-
Shaped cumulus drifting before you,
Blackest of black? He dies that day and

Cuts out a heartless-shaped sold
Sign when she runs off with the sky,
Blood-red. No renting these vapid,
Marrowless bones of desperate
Distraction, starving until death
Do you part.. never hers... never

Her equal. No Apologies, merely
Neurotic Nirvana in iconic, empty
Orgasm after lotus orgasm, over-
Flowing the chalices, laced with
Oxytocin bonded to molecules of
Lead. Darling carrion crow, lost at sea-

Gray eyes, heavy with glasses,
Leaden in lies. But no one drinks the
Grape cool-aid now, except the
Dunce darling, drunk on his altar of
Melded nails, sneering vainly at his
Parishioners seething, for violet lenses

Filter violent lovers littered
Vengeful, ruby, hour glasses
On her backs... scarlet grains
Sifting through the veil. She crouches,
Blindfolded and patient,
Sure of the weight of her scales.

© Copyright 2014, Joanna Brown