Widow's Walk

They say she waits on the widow's walk.Watching the sea.Hoping for his return.Cute. Love is a myth.The bedtime story girls get before handing them a collar.I was given threats and bruises.Not lullabies.I grew teeth where innocence should've bloomed.I've heard the fairytales.Read the poems.Burned them all.They raised me to kneel.I learned to bare my teeth instead.They tried to tame me.I bit back. Hard.Pain can be turned into power.If you're twisted enough to use it.I wear mine like eyeliner.Sharp and black.A monster in mascara.I don't wait for ships.I sink them.If I'm on the widow's walk.I'm not the woman searching the horizon.I'm the widow with fangs.And a silk web.