Where I Bleed

Kurt Philip Behm

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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