Fury

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Fury carves unsightly flavours within childhoods fingers.
Crawling, scented offal drying.
Such belligerent cowardice: he withers in the flash light.
Fury moves blistering forearm,
Fix scalpel-sharp no-never-no-never-no to your mouth.
Fury scraped all the dead into his name.
Dry me onto your beauty.
Fury presses, down-through-up-into.
I see your rancid seduction.
Only angels wear blue.
Fury smiles through stainless teeth.
Chatter me, chatter me, chatter, chatter.
Fury loved me.
Loves me.
Loved you.
Leaves you.
I am childhood scented, dead beauty, chattering cowardice.
I am….
Never your Fury.

© Cathie Tufnail

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