An Ode to Muses to Kleio

Wet Nightmares

As far as I am concerned, a corpse is speaking.
I may have never believed in apparitions,
Until he failed to touch me.
His fingers no longer curl around mine,
They stiffen to the eternal pose.
Palms hover over my neck and slip,
Exposing my organs, while I see through his.
A kiss so lifeless,
Rosy lips turn pale blue.
You haunt my new pursuits with your string of fate,
Cutting it between your teeth,
Shrinking yourself to fit into my ear,
And whisper notions of pillow talk.
The devil on both sides and a strangled guardian angel.
Protectors are not necessary when I tie the ropes myself.
You forbid me from wearing white,
As I become your concubine.
I see your demons in this mirage
And Dionysus's delight in your eyes.
I sell my soul to you for fountain pennies.
It is my parting gift as you leave this realm.
You use it to warm your chattering teeth,
So that your bones may taste life
And embrace me once again.
I see numbers in the phantoms you leave behind,
While you warn me to count my blessings.
I beg to be cursed,
As long as I rot in hell next to you.