![]() I feel only the power of the crimson river, melting the lead from my limbs into mercury and light. When you dance with me, I do not feel the cuts. Reason has no hold on you, you can’t be talked from the ledge once your bare feet slice along its arrogant blade. Why are we so afraid of you? I know why, because you’ll burn the whole house down and laugh as you flick the match. ![]() ![]() I long to snap these beams into shards of wicked razor and with them, carve myself to the core, but I cannot, so instead I dance, my breath hot and red in my mouth, and with each step I fall deeper into the inky velvet cave of your heart Fury, my mistress, my lover. I loose like some dark arrow into this painted day with its glorious gilded waterfalls of light limning wave and hair alike. Waking in your embrace brings the blood to my face, the heat to my eyes. I see you, Fury, my much maligned mistress, lascivious and lean, hungry as a panther, stalking from the shadows with your rings carved from old bones.
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