The Wednesday Club
Seven savvy sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tattered, tortured truth
while warily watching
crafty crook’s clever con.
But, bested and busted,
dames drink dark despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's tensile trap.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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