Fake Muse

She was a very nice girl
At least that's all she meant to be
But she was also persuaded
Bombarded by sexy, sleek pictures and upvoted memes
She was suckered and sucked dry
And every time she'd  raise her glass to quench her thirst,
To drink to all the good old days, she became an inspiration 
To the enemies of integrity
She split herself into a thousand jagged shards
To make it that much harder for truth to find her

Now all that accrues to her is fake news
In a retweet barely perceived and forgotten
When she looks at her name in each font
Splashed across a screen like a victory celebration
She doesn't recognize herself, 
even though she is tagged in the images
Of war and torture and subterfuge
She hides behind the carnage
Terrified and small
A lightning bug falsely flashing a signal of comfort
In a hue of goodwill
To conquer her enemies and confuse her foes

And so she goes and goes
Like a fawning muse but always rebuked
She hides her hungers thinly scattered in her dreams
And in starvation wakes

She spreads her legs, she spreads her madness
With an insatiable gaze that cuts angels in two
She shuts up her muse port and folds her words
like swords
To shield a soul from its own dawn
Its brightness in the morning star, orange on the horizon
She will look into the white holes that rim God's eyes
She will grab HIM by the pussy

And as she does, her own pussy will swell
Suddenly Venusian, bathed in the blood 
Of everything she once loved and valued
Because she knows that something must die before she
can be born anew
So she will kill God, the infinite eye
She will kill the infinite pit
She is always dropping the keys of her heart into