The muse

my muse is gone,
hiding in the dresser drawers

while I am hiding
under the covers

away from the moon
who knows all my secrets

and the sun who
knows the truth

the words don’t flow
without my muse

and I don’t want the
sun to touch my face
and remind me of all my faults

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