Black Widow

[Sister Greed]

A huge black widow

Climbs up her neck toward her ear

Claw-tipped legs cling




In the family station wagon

By the railroad tracks

They raped her




In the hospital bed

Some doctor listened intently

Then gave it to her in the ass




“Why twice?” she asks. “Why me?”




A second black widow

Drilled into her forearm

With needle and ink

And an indecipherable poem

Confirms her identity

The victim eternal




Her husband trauma too

Sexual abuse

If they don’t have this to talk about,

Then what?

[grant hayes]

I like how you've used the spiders here, Sister Greed; as for the narrative, you evoke maximum resonance and pathos with an economy of words and no sentimental turn. Terse, yet full; I much admire that in a poem.

[Sister Greed]

Thanks for your expert analysis, Grant. I appreciate when you give such detail. In this case you put my mind at ease about how I treated the subjects. Thank you!!!

[amenOra]

great ending. Thanks for sharing Kudos...

[Sister Greed]

AmenOra, thanks for reading Black Widow and your comment!

[Katray]

Shocking, gritty trauma bleeding into art and heart; the way it is for many souls. Very well done, Sister Greed!

[Sister Greed]

Thank you Katray. I dare say all souls.