They found her body today
on the living room floor
of her apartment,
curled into a fetal position.
Authorities don't know
the exact cause of death,
but when the body was
discovered, they announced
that the victim's brain was...
gone.

Erased.
A vacuum where poems once dwelt,
dreaming sweet dreams until they found
permanence on the Poet's page.
A void
where words were once stored
in neat arrangements by a bi-polar Muse
hell bent on perfection (that never came to be).
Perhaps
she was jealous?  The rages of a slightly insane
poet wanna-be convinced her host
that she deserved to be read, to be published,
and the
Poet ate all of the praise like ambrosia.
Filled with airy dreams of success,
the Poet couldn't stop the heartstopping fall.

They found her body today
on the living room floor
of her apartment,
curled into a fetal position.
Authorities don't know
the exact cause of death,
but warn the public that the
Muse has escaped and will
try to impersonate the Poet.
Consider it armed and dangerous.

(C) Copy written, 31 October, 2004, by Karla Dorman.