In Four Acts: Muses is a poem written by Nina Tundag and shared with The Ugly Writers

I 

pull me up from the ground

speak into my hair

tell me i smell nice

that my face is pretty

lick the tears pouring out of me

as they land on my breast 

then pat some color down my skin

here

right here

there

wait 

no

again?

alright 

II

brush blush on my cheeks

till i am painfully redder than i should be

whisper into my lips,

torment me this way,

satisfy me with a barren bliss 

i’ve memorized like a prayer

i am your favorite artist

III

hushed, you strap a pen around

my hand with ribbons

i begin again until i am hungry 

for your convincing 

my lips dry, i lift my head 

awaiting this smother, this vanity,

and so you straighten the strings 

on my back,

court a kiss on my shoulders 

i am your favorite artist,

i know

i know it

again? 

alright

wait 

no

again? 

alright

IV

crouched, the fever bleeds

into paper

so thin the very thing that 

keeps me afloat,

i am your favorite artist,

your oath on my thighs,

blood from bites running 

down my ankles,

burning like a sin i promised

was a good one this time

Read the previous work of Ms Nina Tundag here on The Ugly Writers