Driving out the muse

[Bombadil]

Alone
5 minutes
at a time—
I can only scream
so long
and
pass out
for lack of
escape: creative
asphyxiation.
But I wake
to the nymph
prancing
in the
chambers
of my mind.
Again.

Set tea
to boil
heal sore
throat scream
“Scram”
at her again
till
voice fades
and face
cracks.
Again.

After
a while,
too much tea—
red pen in
hand and
rage set in
clenched
teeth
I
stab
wildly
at her.
Sadist,
siren,
sycophant
she stays still,
smiling.
“I knew you
had it in you.”

Watch wasted
blood
spill
and splatter:
floor and walls.
“Write me,” she
says, moaning
in faked pains.
“And let me die.”

Bested.
I pierce the jugular
fountain
and write her
out as a blood borne
pathos.

Back
before
I even finish
her off.
She is
insatiable
and I
can’t
seem to
drive her
out.

[Arcadian]

hi bombadil,

a day in the life of a writer /artist ?

this is certainly a fresh and engaging - well done on this unique approach

I liked your use of short lines in particular and it suits accents the theme - also liked the level of the interspersed (internal/) dialogue /ravings

arco

[twelveoone]

I had trouble reading it, I'm sure it would have been better spread across
rather
than
just
down

[unchained soul]

Hi Keith,

I really enjoyed that. Naughty little sprite you were dealing with there eh? Is she in intensive care now or dead?

Rach

[Bombadil]

1201, I tend to agree with Arcadian, I like the short lines.

Rachel, she comes back to life every time, that's the problem.

Arcadian...yes and thank you.

Cheers,

Keith

[unchained soul]

Keith,

Oh I see.

R.