Analysis of Black Widow Wrath

   The air is intense. Hot and humid.
    Sun rays evaporate from the asphalt.
    I run and find shade in my father's
    wood shed. Too cool off.

Open the door as it creaks and shrieks.
    from the door hinges. I made my way in.
    Taking a breath to regain composure.
    Bringing the shed out of dormant.

Smell of saw dust. Paint stains in the
    grains of 2x4's. My father's fishing lures
   a sand grinder, motor oil and a rusty old
    Schwin bike.  Dwelling in the corner of the
    wood sheds window pane you hide.

Your web of chaos is spunned. I observe
     as I get closer. Being intrigued forgetting
     about the heat. Making my way through
     garden hoses and a broken lawn mower.

Where you nestle in your realms of web.
     That glisten in the sunlight. You await
      patiently as I observe, that careless
      wanderer that falls in your trap.

Not long goes by I hear the buzzing of a
     wasp that enters through the opened
     door. Hovering from above exploring the
     unknown. Unaware of this world
    it has entered. Looking through a stain
    glass window. It only makes the wasp
    dream of hills of honey. The sweet
    nectar of sun flowers and sugar plums.

Only makes the journey a bit more grand.
    The wasps mind is set to fly back to
    open skies. When gravity suspends the
    wasp in mid-air. In an instant the wasp
    hopes are broken. Fractured, caught in
    black widows web.

Captured in an instant everything slows
    down. Hearing the beating of the wasps
    heart and black widows mind.
    Dragging me to another dimension.
    I find myself in the realm of the wasp
    connected. Immersed in the eyes.
    Where sight and sound heightens.

Lost in this paradox of wonder.
    The nerves begins to set. Your pulse
     rises. Your breath shortens that
     paralysis your heart in deep silence.
     Your senses start to decieve you.
     Struggling to be free
     The sound of the wood shed creaks.
     Feeling the walls cave in.

Battered and bewildered. Unwilling
    to yield. You keep focus. Determine
    to not give up. Your limbs give in
    You start to feel weary. Collecting
    yourself to regain your strength.

The feeling comes down upon you
    as you continue to struggle.
    Although tangled and your wings
    mangled. You keep fighting to free
    yourself.

Pain vibrating through your bones.
    Time is inedible. Fate starts
    knocking at your pores. Your eyes start
    to wander. The eyes of the black widow
    begin to emerge out of her wicked lair.
    You start to freeze. You can't move.

Disappear into the abyss. Vision
    impaired. Numbed from pain. Your
    senses weaken. Colors start to fade.
    Calm and secure. She glides her way.
    Black widows venomous stare
    hypnotizes you.

Knowing you can't escape tranced in
    her wicked web. Without hesitation
    she gently raptures you in her arms.
    Holding that last breath. She seals it
    with the kiss of death.

Sinking her fangs to end your suffering.  
    You close your eyes. Your heart beat starts
    to fade. That long last good night is here.
    The wasp no longer has nothing to fear.

My eyes shift I come back to reality.
     Elapsed in tunnel vision.
     The smell of cedar eludes me.
     Sweat drips, shirt drenched, wood creaks.

A ghostly pirate ship remains. Looking
     back to see black widows hunger is
      satisfied. Mending her web. She wipes
     the sweat off her eyes and the taste of
     the wasps blood off her lips.

As the room remains in the shade.
     Warm and damped.
     My vision is never the same. As I
     open the door back to the dreaded sun.

Looking behind black widow crawls
      back in her lair. To await patiently for
      another victim to be caught in black
      widows web of seduction. Closing the
      door in this wood shed of horror.
     The sunsets for another day. Humidity
      remains the same