The Death of a Muse
Cup her hands together,
Creating darkness between her palms
To better watch the firefly's glow.
Cover her eyes with her hands,
Peering through fleshy shutters,
When what she saw was
Too much too feel.
Fears too much the world's unblinking gaze.
As it fills with unexpressed emotion,
I move my hands from my eyes,
And, blinking at the blinding light,
Place my palms over my chest,
As if to keep my soul
My pulse now quivers
As I cage my life
Behind my hands,
Letting no one see more
And mere blinks of light.
My heartbeat ceases
And all I hold is the darkness
I have created between my palms.
(c) Julia Gomez
Julia is a singer, poet, and a college student studying Vocal Performance. When she isn’t singing in operas or choral ensembles, Julia takes walks on the arboraceous campus and writes poetry in her head. Some of them make it onto the page.