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Who shall fill my notebook with shapes!
Who shall fill my veins with meds!

muse

by @saveourminds

She claims herself to be my muse, with a slight laughter, but I feel my necklace tightening, I'm choking.

It's usually easy to loosen the knot; I spill some ink on my paper and it's all back to normal.

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, I'm scared,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, I try to move the box of colors with my feet, I'm scared,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, but no, I try to move the box of colors with my feet, I'm scared,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, but no, I try to move the box i feel i'm tied up of colors with my feet, I'm scared,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, weak, but no, I try to move the box i feel i'm tied up of colors with my feet, I'm scared,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, weak, but no, I try to move the box i feel i'm tied up of colors with my feet, I'm scared, I try to loosen the knot with my head

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, I'm scared, I try to move the box of colors with my feet, but no, I feel I'm tied up, weak, I try to loosen the knot with my head, but,

But now; I try to move my arm and I can't, I can't, I'm weak, I'm scared, I try to move the box of colors with my feet, but no, I feel I'm tied up, weak, I try to loosen the knot with my head, but, I find myself looking at her.

She looks back at me cunningly, playfully.

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight (or is it moonlight?)

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight (or is it moonlight?) i can't tell,

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight (or is it moonlight?) i can't tell, i can't reach,

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight (or is it moonlight?) i can't tell, i can't reach, i don't know,

Her raven black hair reflects on the little sunlight - or is it moonlight? i can't tell, i can't reach, i don't know, i look back at her dillated iris.

So odd, so oddly expressive her eyes are.

She looks at me as if she knows something.

And i feel my body mimicking her moves.

As if she is the one to decide

As if she is the one to decide how i'll move,

As if she is the one to decide how i'll move, what moves i'll make,

As if she is the one to decide how i'll move, what moves i'll make, what letters i'll write,

As if she is the one to decide how i'll move, what moves i'll make, what letters i'll write, when i'll write them.

Regardless what I need, and when i need it.

But I need it now.

But, she can not steal my power! What if...

But, she can not steal my power! What if she stops caring?

But, she can not steal my power! What if she neglects when I am in need?

Who shall fill my notebook with shapes!

Who shall fill my notebook with shapes! Who shall fill my veins with meds!

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