Muse

She is
the ink
that encompasses 
my 🖊 pen

She embraces
rain
as though 
the droplets
are the messiah
to her 
boredom

she parades 
through the internet 
as though
the pages
are made
out of 
Red Carpet

She drinks
alone
self medicates
to the reality 
of her author

She is 
the goddess
of artistic
expression
and 
more impressed
with originality
than
Satisfying 
popular 
content

she is
my muse
that I am 
forever indebted 
to servitude