I AM MUSE by S. Pelham FloodHis voice is thick with cocky
not my usual tempter
I feel his eyes on me, he prances
across stage, Molly to his fans
Soon I'm standing alone, spectral
light in unyielding black
He now calls me his muse
I've yet to tell him I wish to retch
Then he grins, I yield
and become flesh between his teeth 08/19/2011 Posted on 09/12/2011 Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
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