Calliope

The smell of freshly ground coffee

Smeared across my face

Trepidation of the highest calling

As pretty as Chantilly lace

Secret tresses of blonde hair

Warm as the streaming sunlight

I maintain many forms, Calliope

So why isn’t the sky white?

Fruitless yet bountiful

Glorified, mortified rain

The sun melts into darkness

It seeps into my veins

The thumping bass inside my head

The twinges of pain I endure

The train as it flies by

The discounted use of a cure

My grip loosens on the bottle

A crash, crack and a crumble

Crimson droplets splash my bare feet

An echoing agony as I stumble

Calliope, where have you gone?

You have disappeared into the abyss

The deep wallowing - pathetic

But it’s the snowstorm blitz I miss

I have forgotten how to memorise your face

The spindling beauty

The screaming fuckery

The dangerous absolute cruelty

The brown and red swirl in a vortex

Muddying my mind, a powerful thought

Is it possible to misplace it?

Or are you about to get caught?

My mask slides into place

A fake smile appreciated

One step further away from you, Calliope

My inner torment outdated