Muses

muses are a decision for death

A trap that envelops a creature more enormous than a bear

Than a mountain being snapped in two by a soft, plaintive river

My Muse muses for me

My life is not better than my death

A dangerous dance that gobbles my sun

Swept

Pores into details that mutate my heart

As wild and carnal Josephine was Napoleon’s Achilles heel His darling Muse She stumbled into his own undead musings like a ravaged disease

Capturing him forever in a climax that only teases

Mutates like a prion pattern

I won't let her be my Muse

I love, she loves me too much

So much

To Death.