Muses
Nadja (from Lazlo’s perspective ) from What We Do in the Shadows 💔🦇
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.
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Melissa Ingoldsby
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My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Is it the depth & gravity of her love that he fears or the possibility of becoming lost to obsession?
So intense and emotional! Loved your poem so much Merly!