Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

They say deep in the forest On every Halloween Comes alive an evil woman The worst the world has seen They say she has black eyes Nails painted burgundy Skin as pale as moonlight Hair long and feathery Drunken men lost at midnight With no place else to go Are baffled by her beauty And court the fateful beau She strikes right at the neck That’s where men are weakest They have no chance to yell Her mercy is the bleakest Who knew that such a beauty With pretty straight cut bangs Could open such an awful mouth With such remorseless fangs? The men are but her supper She rolls them in a cocoon They glisten like sad slugs Their bodies shining from the moon The black widow has claimed the lives Of more than thirty men No one has ever caught her As she hides deep in her den Sometimes she walks among us The pretty lady with the smile No one even suspects her To be a fiend so vile No one even look

My thoughts quickly spiral and tumble down Making small, hollow sounds as they scatter On the jagged rocks and litter below Spiraled like scalloped potatoes, A snail’s shell, or a smooth staircase When spiraling, take a deep breath Remind yourself everything is as it should be As it was destined to be, meant to be As it so rightfully should be Then let go of the jagged rocks that weigh You down in your pockets Crack through the snail’s shells The spirals are all in your mind Because you’re a circle, complete, whole And nothing can crush you image source: https://www.shells-of-aquarius.com/snail-shells.html