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
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KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, and dabbles in poetry.
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Very profound Kathy.
And oh so dark. Love this.
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What sweet words…thank you, Alan. 😊
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From lying youth of noble birth comes blood vengeance and that’s the Truth!
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