Calliope

Calliope strike me
Send your arrow through my heart and out my ribs, strike me
Calliope break me
Leave nothing in my mind but claws on chalkboard and empty corners
Calliope starve me
Take away my words, my beautiful, precious words and leave me hungry and bull-angry
Calliope if you can hear my voice 
Drive me mad
Fill my brain with adjectives, drown me in nouns
Bring everything out twisted and gnarled, let me only speak in antonyms and rhymes
Calliope
Wear my tongue down to a nub reciting twisters and prophecy
Burn through ink and scrolls and charcoal to leave me penniless and numb
Calliope, crawl through my ear and fester in my memories
Leave them dark and heavy and ready to be read
Calliope, be my muse
Soak my poems in emotion so the first vowel leaves them thirsty and weepy
Calliope, score the bottom of my feet so I must stay at my desk writing
Always scribbling away, writing
Calliope visit me
Calliope
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