The Furies

And she feels it now,

Tingling,

Just below  the surface of her skin,

As inevitable as

The movement of storm clouds,

The Furies unfurling their wings –

Awakened

They begin to sing.

When she opens her mouth to speak

Their voices drown out her own

shatter glass

crack mirrors

move time

still the beat

and

finally

stop all men’s hearts.

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