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The story of a boy and his monstrous mother, his shattered past, and the horrors he discovered in his very home.

BLACK WIDOW approaches in LATE 2016.



BW1 by Aerode

BW3 by Aerode

Read the collection here:
Black Widow Inames
names aren't important.
     the acts that define an                 are.
                  I, as an      individual,
              have done actions I'm not proud of,
                   and I should regret it,
                           but I
                           can't.
silent
an                                
empty
space
in
my
mind
burns
psychological-
scars sear into-
my skin like   a-
degree     burn.-
it hurts    it-
h   u    r ts-
not on my  skin,-
 not on my hands,-
             arms,-
but in    my mind.-
psycholog i c a l-
introduction
there's            you and      could        that      
        nothing            I           do         is      right.
alone
                       leave
                                         me
pillar
                                 when I was-
                                   young,
                                   I wasn't
                                    like
               
Black Widow IIaway
i'm going to break away
drain
      i'm
     in
    the
    drain
     of
      drains
       and
        slowly
         being
          spun
           downwards
          and
         downwards
        and
       downwards
      and
       down
          wards.
thirteen
Mom's rose garden grew beneath the steps, and I did too. They weren't aligned and it bothered me. I always tried to fight it but she would come down and lay her hand on my bare skin and whisper, "They aren't growing."
And I would be red like the roses and blue like the violets.
She grew beneath the steps too.
past
notlookingforthepastorthe f u t u r e   e       e       e          e              e
set
set down the lighter
put it down.
don't make it brighter.
I set the roses on fire.
ingenuity
she never knew I     them on fire.
              I set them on fire.
her hands on my bare skin and whisper,
they          aren't           growing
rose
Black Widow IIIknives
don't hurt.
cord
             c
she tried to  u  me from her but it didn't hurt
             t
father
when will you come home?
I
    miss
            you
mad
She tried to cut me from her but it didn't hurt.
My mother owned 24 knives. She used them to cook when daddy never came back. She also got really mad when I spent too much time in her garden. My mother told me the flowers had practically raised her.
They were her only defense in a bizarre world.
ruby
rubies
d
r
o
p
but it
doesn't
hurt
growing
it was painful. really.
laugh
           ha                  ha         ha            ha ha
   it huuuuu u u u u   u u u  u      u u rts
it's not funny.
balance
i
                   can't.
can you?
spider
ingredients:
water
cream
broth
salt
pepper
combine cream and broth
add water for desired texture
sprinkle with salt and pepper
garnish with rose petals.
rest
Black Widow IVconfessions
Mother was mad at me for burning the garden. But it survived. It wasn't supposed to survive. They scared me, with their barbed thorns. It wasn't aligned.
And It    Bothered                       Me.
trapeze
            l
            l
            a
            window
            a
            l
I            l
   ashes
blunt
hold out your h  d
              an
storm
                  s
                  t
                  a
                  n
please don't       d      soclosetome
         i'm having trouble
          b  r  e  a  - -
              thing
cable
        cables over my           t
             head             ar  e
                                   a
                                    r
                                     i
                                      n
                                       g at the seams
electric
                   the severed cables
       it sings to the body
                   the sou

Black Widow Vpunishment
The one time I was able to experience the outside world was through my tumble off of the imbalanced tower. It was then when I had plunged into the garden of poisonous thorns and was nearly killed. A wilted black rose enveloped my left eye and I had screamed, my sight permanently impaired by the gouge. Through the crimson cascading down my face, I had seen the flower swallow my eye and spring to life as if resuscitated.
These memories of a disillusioned freedom came roaring to life too often, and I nurture the wounds inflicted even to this day and age. I am trapped in such a mansion, now hidden from the rest of the world by supposed witchcraft. Too much time here was transforming me into something I am not.
My fingers grew to be scaly stumps, entangled veins locked into decayed flesh; my skin a shriveled mess of black and blue. Growths of vines took to the meat underneath the nails. Was I turning out to be what my mother was? Less human than arachnid?
I need to get out
Black Widow VIambidextrous
she boils the skin on my                 right
                                             hand
and         it
   plunges
frostbite
winter S   like a s t o r m
       T
       R
       I
       K
       E
       S
cast
whether it is down from a tower
or a        nd an arm
     r    u
        o
rouge
i need to run i need to run i need to run
dancing
it's amazing how electrocution can produce such a bizarre
d
           a
                               n
 
Black Widow VIIlux
under the midnight moon, i stay awake in the hollow tresses of the drowning basement and it WON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ME STOP SCREAMING
bloody
i
h
a
v
e
run run run run   d
                     r
                     y
oblivion
         l                    l
          i                  i                        rain
         g                    g
        h           rain        h                          
Black Widow VIIInosedive
s   a   g   o   n 
 p   l    o   f    t
  i    i    u   c    r
   r   n    t   o    o
                          l

cancer
if only it could metastasize more quickly... who knew spiders could develop cancer?
parental
Daddy had cancer too. He came home from work one day and went into the kitchen to see my mother. He never came out. Why do I remember this now? And I scream
better
     L    I     G  H   T     N    I   NG         E      X     P    L          O        D       E    S  

Black Widow IXaxes
she                    approaches                   quickly                  and                 I                take               a              breath              and             I            choke           and         and       gaze      into     her   sockets  and amovercomewithjealousythatshehas two bleedingbloodshottbulbsfor     eyes     whileIam left with one.
ugly
One day
Black Widow Xdusk
i cannot see a whisper of light
but inside me, something burns
that wasn't supposed to burn
wasn't supposed to die
to turn to ashes
to survive
and stone
is now cut to
p     i    e      c
     e         s
twist
STAB
STAB; TWIST
STAB
STAB
STAB (twist and pull; yank, yank)
she screams.
i smile.
vile
Honey,
When you go to the store, make sure to buy the rose water. I'm making rose petal soup for dinner: your favorite!
Love, Mom : )
feed
she's been feeding me her   l a r v a e   this entire time;
i remember smacking my lips and smiling at her (it) her (it)
rebirth
          To kill her.         l              
Black Widow XIheart
he    b r e aaaaa t h e s    in life again, and for once, I AM NOT AFRAID
grim
My mother owns 24 knives. I took one. Daddy took one. And now she has 22. When he sinks his knife into her eyes and she screams, I smile. Smiles all around. Smiles.
My mother owned 22 knives.
Death approaches me as he scoops her arachnid body and I take him in with my eye.
"Daddy and me can go home now, right?" Daddy and me could find somewhere in the city to live, now that Mommy is dead. Yay, Mommy is dead. Death smiles.
"Go play in the roses, young one," he answers. But the roses are bad. They ate my eye. I grab onto his cloak and feel his skeleton limbs rattle under my grip.
"No! I wanna play tag!" I run toward him, jump, and poke him. My finger sinks into the gap between his ribs, and I land on the misty ground.
He locks me in his gaze, and opens his mouth
YOU'RE IT
god
Daddy picks me up

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