The Fanfic Writer

She has a red string tied around her finger,

connecting her to a muse that sang songs of

romance and misfortune from dusk to dawn.

Her hands bled red and black; mouth choking on

flowers, head shaped like a prism emitting an

intense light that brought the prodigal back

home

        — her and her muse's melancholic cries were

             irresistible albeit lethal. The pair

             brought gravity to shame with the strength

             of their combined force, shifting the

             universe's balance with ease and warping

             time without lifting a finger.

She had a red string tied around her finger,

and hers were the galaxies to control.