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Thoughts from me, Stefanie Sere.

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Invective

My Muse, My Darling

One cannot despise their muse,

can they?

if she weren’t she, I would

love her

love her

wrapping my arms, like snakes,

hold her like a boa

driving all the way south

to maybe catch a glimpse

the query that which burns through

my heart

my heart

 

 

 

Married

No

you can’t

interrupt this love.

Never.

write all

the poetry you

desire.

your muse

is gone.

so keep your cheap wine

for some

other

time.

ignite

burned the bed

where you had

slept.

the sheets, dumped,

just like you.

scour.

clear it out.

blaze the sage.

douse

it for days.

disinfect.

purge.

ignite those

images.

burn.

used

used

like a balloon

you’re untethered

dis

connected to

what you thought was

yours

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