My Drunk Abusive Muse

I’m writing this with a gun to my head

don’t worry

it’s not my gun

I’m not suicidal

I’m a hostage

and my terrorist wants me to write a poem

I hope she likes it

I’d worry but English isn’t her first language

so maybe she’ll find meaning in the meaningless

and I’ll live to write again.

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