death
..
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The Furies
"All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it." ~~Anne Sexton
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I'm thinking that this
was a poem unfurled
long overdue:
A closed lid,
high fives scrawled
across the counters
in an envelope, letter
addressed to those little
daemons-
.
the furies-
the furies climbing up
the walls,
sprouting vines that
tangle around your
ankles,
encasing breaths-
painting the bricks black
as their personalized
signatures,
spitting at their cigarettes,
winking their plastic eyes-
.
Oh how they love to
envelope you
with needles- spraying
death like magic,
injecting into you like
a madness,
like a case of lock jaw.
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The furies skip over me.
.
They laugh,
pointing their magic wands
at Orion,
smiling,
and leaving.
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