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 glades 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




-X.barajas