Muse #8
The greatest art never sees the light of day
Sinister Smile
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The Thrill of Glee
My smile is a cage, to keep demons at bay, they scratch at my teeth, listening to my children play. My cheeks are bosoms, to remarkable eyes, portals to imagination, attention is my prize. Stuffing themselves on my generous heart, to me I’m a person, to them…a tantric tart. What is the thrill of glee? My smile is a cage, to those who did this to me. My children are safe, because behind my teeth, scratches upon scratches, reveal no hidden hatches. My smiles are my enemy’s exile. My heart is a tantric tart, that’s the thrill of glee, my children benefit from my demon’s misery. |
Generous with her body. |
The End
What makes you a muse?
Let's talk. I want to document your life through the anonymity of my poetry. People who read your poetry will realize how beautiful you are without knowing what you look like. The body is a consequence of the mind; the mind is a monster. Why? Hell is in the head (biblically). If you remove the body from the equation, the mind is forced to focus on empathy. Why? It feels isolated. Within that is solitude...where there is no prospect of sexuality interfering with your value.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.