She lured them in with
her scarlet lips and
velvet skin
poured flattering whispers
into their ears
exhaled candies to their nostrils
marked crimson on their chests

After each prey
she repainted the scarlet
in precision
let the toxin fragments
slowly poison her
so her soul struck

Sowing and reaping

we cursed the tree
poisoned the grass around it
withheld praise from the flowers
and wondering why our children
don’t enjoy playing
in the yard