The Black Widow in My Grandmother's Blood

She haunts me
And loves me
And maybe she lives in me
Waiting
For prey
That black widow that she was
I'm guessing it never died
When she died
Long after every single husband died
All four of them
She'd just smile
Pat my head
Pass it on
Willingly
So I too
Will look for prey
There's already been two
Gone, dead
I dare not meet another
But that black widow
In my blood
Races to my heart
And strokes it lovingly
And tells me
Not to be alone
To choose another
And bite
Before she takes my own life
As her own
The black widow in
My grandmother's blood
In my blood