The Muse

Those three words

Fell from her lips

Fell to the floor just yesterday

Sinking into the cracks

Of the tiles

Snaking around each square

Like an easy maze

If only it were that easy

“It could be”

Said a voice in her head

“It could be”, she said

As her body ached

Her mind

Her heart

Everything ached

Those three words

Heavy in the air

Around her as she breathed

Through trembling lips

The taste of pain

The taste of her tears

Causing trails through her makeup

A pathetic mess

And uncombed hair

Holding fast

To nothing

To everything