Latrodectus ~ "The Black Widow"

I am not ashamed of who I am. I m still a mystery to me. Yes, I am guilty of murdering myself. So hang me for it! And you will die as the breath flies away from my body.



I am not a coward. For I say all I feel.
I am not daring. For I can’t care beyond me.
I am honest to the core. I don’t pretend to understand.
I am that sweet deceit. The con that I be to please you.
I am not what I seem to be. Yet there is nothing worth to hide.
I am sorry for all I put you through. But I am aggrieved of the misery I inflicted upon me!
I am but an enigma; the cyclone that consumes all till destruction.
I am the light that aglows, and the heat that incests the soul.

I can’t help but hurt the people who love me; and yes, there are numerous I have hurt. I can’t help but be myself. The treacherous venom that corrupts your mind till there is not a grain that is left untouched, unscathed by its essence.

And after that…

Ahh. . .  what is left after that. . .

The memory of a time that was, passionate bliss, the briefest orgasmic moment of triumph, the touch of glory till it pales in to the Scarlett Afterglow, Me . . .

--Scarlett