It was those eyes. They looked at me with such innocence and yet with a shine that was knowing.
She encouraged me with that look. She encouraged me more with a single stare than anyone ever had with words.
The negative bullshit that had been tearing me apart the past few weeks forgotten in a single moment of glorious inspiration.
She was my Muse and from her I learned that the darkest thoughts I had buried needed to be brought to the surface and that horrific day in my childhood painted with blood on a canvas for all to see.
Vivika Widow’s MUSE is available now.
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