My Muse
I have a muse that doesn’t come
She sits in the corner
Her dark blue eyes wide
Her mouth forms words
She chooses not to speak
Tempting me and laughing
She torments my dreams
Laughter rips though my sheets
The cold sliding through my fingers
I fail to pick up my pen
She mocks my horrors
And giggles at my dreams
A scream latches to my pillow
Cold laughter escapes her lips
Her glittering locks flow
Her mocking smile glistens
She beckons and runs away
I chase her and I stumble
My words escape me yet again