Widow

She leaves a dainty footprint...
A trick to cover her sly track
her step taken heavy and with
Feline power full of nefarious  purpose..

Woman begins again a sticky journey started by ruby lipped generations of her past...
She carries them in her candle..

She wears her ancestors femme gleam with fierce pride...
In eyes that show up the night sky.
The moon is hung there..
In her glimmer and glinty ways..

One wink outta her bedroom hoods
Fluttered in black spider leg trim
Cat cornered and deadly....
Dangerous.

She is the last of the many great beautiful wicked
Blood starved scarlet shine tummied Widows.
With vices of the damned...