Muses are not always
Greek goddesses
Stories often lack
mythical significance
The chaotic noises
in a troubled mind
And the hole in the chest
Carved where once
blood pumped feelings
Are a broken soul’s tavern
Tired is the only
Universal feeling
Of making up, making out
Breaking in ,breaking out
Breakdown
Fallen in love
Icarus or Lucifer
Just a woman
In an eternal fall
Shards of careless words
Peel the remains of love
From a carcass called body
And then the master stroke
Silence – to drive the knife home
And twist it to the last.
