Who knows what she keeps within her handbag?
Or what she becomes when you turn away
Can you trust that if you leave her
She will stay?
And wait for you hungrily
Are you her only feed
If you could not follow
Would she still insist she lead -
To trip and crack her skull
But not bleed.

"He hung like a dead spider, just as he'd hung
All the time she'd dealt with him.
I thought it must be over. So now, I thought
I see the murder.
...
They are hidden. Is she devouring him now?"

Hughes - Eclipse