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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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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