I caught the Muse having an affair….
with my banished and cursed darker side
I could hear them laughing inside me,
such lovemaking I cannot abide
A tryst most unwelcome though familiar,
my dreams left abandoned of sleep
To kill off the one, I must kill off the other
—alone in the night where I bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Our Muse can be rather cruel!
Most painful...’tis the night!
Unbearable to bear...
And bleed we must!
~Laura~
Thanks for reading, Laura.
Kurt
You are a welcomed sight!
Reading is...
my sanity in the wake of the night to combat a tortured soul...
Amen!
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