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

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3 thoughts on “Furies”

incarceratedshadows

Very profound Kathy.
And oh so dark. Love this.

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June 19, 2019 at 2:33 pm Reply
1. KT Workman
  
  What sweet words…thank you, Alan. 😊
  
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  June 19, 2019 at 5:35 pm Reply
TheMysteriousBlogger

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

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June 22, 2019 at 9:08 pm Reply

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