Microstories: Black Widow

An attractive, well-kept
Beacon,

Nary a passerby
Can ignore
Or resist

That
Enticing
Aroma,
Delicious
Deceitful
Sustenance
Wafting wickedly
from the windows.

We all know
Who lives here, and
Still we enter.

And
Tightly bound,
We dream of escape
As we die.