Mistress Muse (023)
(Trigger Warning!!! Language could be an issue.)
I don’t make poetry because you like it.
The bitch crawled on my back and fucked me raw.
Left me quivering thinking about the next time.
Jump on my back you whore!
Waste me, bite me, drain me!
Then leave me limp.
Without reason, or insight
I take everything you give,
and beg for more.
Poem number 023 of 365.
An author here on medium had a little piece about “the muse.” You might have seen it in The Mission. Needless to say it stuck in my head, and while I was having mild insomnia this slunk in. It was a message, to say the least.