The Hamlet Project

The muse sits tied up in the corner.
She’s a bit tattered
Her feet are dirty
There are leaves in her hair.
You claim your innocence, your lack of involvement in the affair
You didn’t tie her up
You didn’t tear her clothes
You have no authority to free her
You sit
You drink tea
Read your paper
Hoping someone will arrive to free the poor girl or thing
Whatever it is.
Later, you will claim you didn’t know
You couldn’t have understood
The figure in the corner never said anything.