Somebody killed my muse (crying in the dark)

by Donna J. Snyder


Somebody killed my muse
Bitch went down hard
Cranial fluids a gelatinous mass
on the asphalt beneath her head
Unnecessary words in shreds
Crumpled balls of paper stuffed in her panties
and down her throat
All of her native effluences desiccated into dust
All her natural effulgence dulled
The people who called her the goddess
were dead or
learned of her demise on the internet

The locals just shrugged
Grumbled that yet again she stole the headlines
from someone more deserving

They boycotted her burial
the eulogy delivered by someone
from out of town
I stayed home crying in the dark

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