Everything I scrawlacross the page is a soundtrackbass bumping in my head.I wish I could sketcheach note onto your chestfor safekeeping.Our song plays behind my eyelidsit’s the flipping of comic bookpages in the hands of a child.This is the chorus.I’ll passive aggressively hintthis poem is about you.You and Me.Repeat times three.I can’t compose musicor holdContinue reading “Euterpe Visited Me Last Night”
Carmilla Dawn 