Muse of Discord
Entry 1 12/4/2023, 4.39pm (do you want the truth?) I am the Muse of Discord, I am the harbinger of dis-illusion, Picture me, tempest- haired Casanova, Dancing amidst the shadowed outlines of your silhouette. I wield a quill dipped in the ink of dissonance, I stir turbulence in the rhythmic sea. You, you thought you could tame me, I laugh at your sad attempt to cage me, My laughter echoes in the disarray of your thoughts. Entry 2 12/4/2023, 4.47pm (I'll tell you anyway) In the dream I don't tell anyone, you put your head on my lap. A quiet scene unfolding, without anyone else knowing. I am the voice inside your head, that whispers the bad things that you want to hear. It's my secret fantasy. Even if I don't say it out loud, its mine, its a moment that lingers in my thoughts, waay outside the times I should be thinking about it. You then sit on the go cart, and I notice the way your shorts cling to your dark skin. Ohh wh...