The Spider and the Scorpion
By Louanne Robinson
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So different, yet of the same family
She, does a slow eight legged waltz
Casting out silken lines of intrigue to ensnare
And having done so, pounces!
Sucking her prey dry of all his life
She leaves only a hollow shell
He, ready to inject his deadly venom
At a moments notice
Dances the same dance.
Reveling in malice,
Weaving betwixt her devious warp and woof.
His poisonous barb ascending
Poises to paralyze.
A harsh word here, stab!
A cruel jest there, strike!
The two armored bodies circle and feint
Looking for a vulnerable spot.
Who will win this deadly game?
Who will… Husband? Wife?
One will surely die inside.
One will hate for life.
Just one word aimed to the heart
Toxic, it can kill.
Who will win this deadly game
Surely neither will.