The muse had turned ugly. She turned violent and grasping.
The artist became distant. He was airy and wary of this new found dynamic.
The Muse snared her artist and crushed him between her powerful tresses.
The Artist fell to the floor as dried pieces of pigment flickered softly, down.
The paint quickly covered him and shielded him from her wrath.
His Muse intoned:
I AM IN YOUR HEAD FOREVER
UNTIL I AM PURGED
BY ANOTHER
Yes! I purge you! I purge you with another!
He screamed.
The flakes rattled madly and maddeningly.
He, the Artist, struggled in vain.
The Muse enraged, grew bored and left.
He rose and resumed his painting,
vowing never to hire another model off Craig's List again.
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sketch by Wyatt Landis
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