BLACK WIDOW BIBLE

Are you petrified of the dark? Terrified, or completely void? This set of instructions will be a bit different. Deconstructed, pilfered, and old.

In her you saw what you thought was light, instead, it brought nothing but death and sure ploys amidst a battle for life.

How far would you let a perfect stranger push you over the edge and into the unknown?

She saw right through you and your callow ways, asking you to leave your entire world behind in a matter of days. You let her creep into your mind when you weren’t looking. Inviting her in—begging her to stay. Pushing her to fit right into your mold, leaving you none too sage.

For she was different, if only to you, and this history won’t repeat itself, no, never with you.

It was simple really— not any magic. She drew you in like a withered moth, instructionless and plain. You fed her the life source she needed. Every answer, every detail, cut to plan. For you it was starting over, for her it was just another day.

She taught you how to self-destruct, how to hold the bag while she disappeared on to another stain. Of this, you would never know. You couldn’t see her words sinking into your soul as you rounded the corner, but now all you have is time. So, sit back, close your eyes and fight to hold onto the semblance of a woman who was never there, never yours.

Watch the world fade from view as you let time fly by. She used you, she destroyed you, she left you to rot. Her prickly, lurid green gaze pulled you in from the cold and left you hot. Just for you to do as you’ve been told not—and now she wakes you from the deepest sleep, a nightmare back to claim what is left of your cot.

Stay away from the pretty stranger with long, black hair. Her witchy intentions and tepid space allow her to live a life without a care as she dreams a web designed just for your pain, your plot. Seducing men and playing her favorite game. She is who comes for you in the dark. She is who hunts you like the match you are. She is who haunts your empty space, turning the page like a naked leaf in a field of daisies—and for what? A future build upon shallow lies?

It all started with one little question—would you run away, start your life over for me?

We could disappear into the treeline and live a much simpler life. You don’t need much, but what we have in each other could last forever. If you leave with me now. The trick was, everything else would have to go, have to drown. All your money, all your mistakes, all your better owned. Put it down.

It sounded just like a child’s nursery rhyme—a woman scorned out for blood. Instead this was just your real life.