United States of America

writer of stories, lover of girls


December 14, 2018

fury is the epitome of ubiquity,
of omnipresence:

i. taste
it's in the iron of your blood
bitter-salty-sweet flowing
from chapped cracked broken lips
to a knife-sharp tongue
down roughed throats
back to your heart, somehow,
pumped back through your body again
furious and recycled 

ii. sound
it's in the pounding of muscle against bone
weak traitor heart slamming into weak traitor ribs
threatening to crack the slick white dagger-cage
threatening to break free, to implode, to explode
taunt tendons strung like guitar strings
trapped and muffled by flesh

iii. scent
it's in the perfume of the screamers
tickling your nostrils
as colorless as carbon monoxide and just as deadly
seeping through brittle bones, through weakened skulls,
misting at a swollen melted misshapen brain
toxic buildup between neurons
breaking down to be transported
irate and untraceable

iv. sight
it's in the eyes of fire-breathing dragons
flashes of incandescent light too weak to blind forever, 
strong enough to tunnel-vision for now
the fervor of rabid animals trying to escape bear traps
feral instinct, fight rather than flight
blue and green cones and rods crumbling to leave only red
wrathful and vivid


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  • JadeAndSerpentine

    Beautiful descriptions. Your imagery is vivid, bold, and raw. Great work!

    10 months ago
  • Johanna

    This is stunning! The imagery is amazing... and just, wow.

    11 months ago