widowed again



The hive demanded
thunder, weight, and heat,

A golden drone
with lightning in his feet.

But every pulse within
was programmed for the "sting,"

Until the scurrilous web
dissolved his every thing.

She is the widow,
patient in the shade,

A "mechanical octopus"
of silk and blade.





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Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2026-08-02 at 04:52

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
A riddle? I see black and red in the shade.
2026-08-02