Words left the undeserved caster. The muse stood mighty, looking down upon ungrateful mortals who had the gall to reject their blessings. A body used to trance and frenzy now stayed awake, dull. Question was awkwardly hung. The answer was silence. She looked from beyond the veil, five years in distance.

Poems, Writings

Day 3, Act 1

I didn’t remember the record was broken. Like a whirlwind, the sound flooded all at once, leaving me disoriented. (Maybe, maybe, maybe). She was there, I heard the whistle. (Couldn’t breathe. Calm, calm, let it all be myth). The music stopped. A thread through my daydreams, one stitch for every hurt. (Such a fickle afterimage). […]