Salvador Alejandro Palma fled when he saw Death approaching, astride a pale horse.
Day: August 3, 2016
Daily Prompt; Muse
I wrote about Calliope.
Just a girl I used to know.
Let me read it to you.
Hmmm…
I thought I had it here,
but it’s gone.
She’s gone.
She left.
Like the others.
Sometimes I feel that she peeks in on me.
Looks through the window probably,
or watches from the wood.
Her visits are fewer now.
Shorter in duration,
Further in between.
I stare at a blank page.
Almost hear her laughing.
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