Infamous witness #3

Muses- lost and found

She was trying hard to concentrate on the sounds but the throbbing pain in her chest was really distracting. A part of her wished that she never turned back to open the door. Her ego was stronger than steel, she would not let herself spill a tear. The voices of betrayal were peeling away her sanity, scrapping away what was left of it. When she heard what she had to she left without a sign. Others kept wondering that where she disappeared. She did not run away nor did cry the pain away. She was betrayed and she knew nothing was left for her anymore. If anything was it was going to be destroyed because the one person she trusted the most betrayed her. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face pale when I entered our room. I wanted to ask about her leaving early without telling anyone but her face and the room revealed everything. She brushed past me spilling some evidence of my betrayal. I chose to pick them up instead of stopping her because I know she wouldn't want to. The room had become suddenly very empty and silent. I never knew how she found out nor wanted to but I knew what she felt. On the desk I saw a piece of paper and written on it was her incomplete poem. Her poem was written about her wait for spring. Behind the page she wrote:

”This poem dies before it was born

for this poet’s muse is gone”

And this explained everything. It was not just the poem that died but more than that. Her muse died and things that die don’t come back. She will try hard to live, in the grief of the death until she finds her new one, Her New muse. Indeed her wait for the spring. A tear dropped from my eye on the paper and my legs gave up. I sat on the floor and held the paper for rest of the night.


(To be cont..)