1st Draft/ Black Widow (Poem) Latoya Rhodes

BLACK WIDOW
Inside my room,
sleeping silence lingers there, as the wind sings whooshes through my window.
The white walls box in my thoughts that wonder through,
as I stare up at figures that appear to be dancing on my ceiling.
Peace is present here.
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Tick-tock, tick-tock,
within seconds, something creeps in my door.
With its eight shadowy, black, murky hands,
it takes grasp of my solitude.
And the white walls that once boxed in my thoughts,
now has a grimy mysterious speck.
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Leaping from my world,
I am back, and tuned in.
Shrieking, yelps dart out my mouth.
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As the speck moved its legs one at a time,
my roommate scuttles through my door.
With alarm in her voice,
She begins to question why I was howling so piercing.
With my shaking finger I point out the widow,
and shrieking yelps replace the singing whooshes.
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Tick-tock, tick-tock,
More time passes by, as we figure out a plan to destroy this impudent thing that holds my serenity.
Within a blink of an eye, the roommate lunged at the speck.
She takes flight into the kitchen,
opens the microwave door,
to electrify the disturbance away.
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Sigh…
Inside my room,
sleeping silence lingers there as the wind sings whooshes through my window.
The white walls box in my thoughts that wonder through,
as I stare up at figures that appear to be dancing on my ceiling.
Peace is present here.