They say she waits on the widows walk.
Watching the sea.
Hoping for his return.
Cute.
Love is a myth.
The bedtime story girls get before handing them a collar.
I was given threats and bruises.
Not lullabies.
I grew teeth where innocence shouldve bloomed.
Ive heard the fairytales.
Read the poems.
Burned them all.
They raised me to kneel.
I learned to bare my teeth instead.
They tried to tame me.
I bit back.
Hard.
Pain can be turned into power.
If youre twisted enough to use it.
I wear mine like eyeliner.
Sharp and black.
A monster in mascara.
I dont wait for ships.
I sink them.
If Im on the widows walk.
Im not the woman searching the horizon.
Im the widow with fangs.
And a silk web.
