I already know what my dark muse looks like. We all know what happens when I let her out.
She is scary, seductive, waits patiently and is amusingly opportunistic. I can actually feel her now. She is pushing at my heart and soul, she wants to breathe life through me. It's hard to hold her back. I can feel her trying to push through my skin. Why is there such a comfort in her embrace?
Meet my dark muse...
