Webbed memories of a matrix

Soul long lost in lust, lays tattered
deep in haunting shadows of the
Black. A widow weaves an intricate
web silk design of beauty, Miss
Havisham leaves a tainted trail
of decaying tears. Her heart
broken as love betrays, the
tendrils of her spite penetrating
undeserving souls searching
for loves solace. The devils soldiers
Linger ready to collect her
hollow spirit, rotten and decayed
twisted, deformed… Poison
still swimming in her veins
as she dresses herself in webbed
memories of yesteryear.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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