The Black Widow

The Black Widow

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Black Widow.
Collected were her thoughts,
Planned, meticulous.
That devoured my love,
Banished to recycling.
She'd finished her meal,
Me, the entrée.
Now looking for Man- course!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 19, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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