Furies

Perfidy the Childe
creeps and crawls
takes her sweet time
sloshes and spits
like a fine old wine

blood-red pearls
dribble down neurons
crusts nebbish id
screws open top
removes rusty lid

stuffs deep inside
bleak black thoughts
can’t run, can’t hide
synapses cemented
forever Erinyes’ bride

©️2019 KT Workman

Photo via Pixabay

Comments

3 comments on “Furies”
  1. Very profound Kathy.
    And oh so dark. Love this.

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    1. KT Workman says:

      What sweet words…thank you, Alan. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  2. From lying youth of noble birth comes blood vengeance and that’s the Truth!

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