The Pattern is Full

My muse has been circling around, like she wants to land but isn't quite sure. I tried to lure her down and she comes close but still no. Then I thought, maybe she would like to have a tangible representation of herself. So I set of too find one for her. I'm still looking but I think she likes the idea.

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...