Muse

here is a broken fading
muse—
slow in constancy
syrupy in consistency

guilt intertwines with
spilled drinks, falling moonlight
stumbling into cracked
pavement, littered like uneven teeth

I’ll run my tongue over my lips
to the croon of uncalled songs
escape into reverie
once the party’s over

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