Bloomed Muse
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
This is an homage —
She offers them with both hands filled, inspirations bulging with juices trapped beneath ripe blood oranges split in two. Coffee cast aside, I sink teeth to membrane. Acid creeps against enamel and explodes against my tongue. A manuscript bloomed, not meant for the shadow of the slush drawer. This is an homage — to the muse.

