Deceit.
The lies that people weave
don’t fall prey to their webs,
a snarling mess of hatred
and jealousy,
beauty outwards, death within
makes the black widow turn her chin…
Ashamed of those crumbling strands
wickedly snapping apart,
no truth weakens the bonds
devastation from forked tongues.
A shameless black widow emerges
to strengthen her chaotic web,
no lies she weaves
no embellished facades,
she knows her duty
death within weaved webs.
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