YOUR MUSE

Seeing her username appear

sends those images

                                 floating across

all thoughts

                     again,

the blue dress that so captured

your imagination

                              you could

barely breath you saw it

the first time

                       and all it evoked,

and the burning anger the slaughter

evoked is gone,

                          for now;

the heat you feel is of a different

nature,

            one that doesn't burn

with anger, but is blessed,

            and you think of softer things,

your mind flying free

on pinions of desire

                                 while

the slaughter goes on. It's

your respite, the hour free

from what its victims

                                   can't be

until the day of liberation.

But you are thankful

beyond all the words you know

and can write,

                        grateful

for her who gave you this freedom

to soar away.

09.11.2024-01.09.2025

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