Trixie Is the Main Conspirator

titters and whispers of the evening elusive to my conscious mind bantering and laughter they make fun of my nightly death Trixie is the main conspirator I am out of body, floating Dare each other to give me the best line ever I hear it upon awakening in that ending of a poem voice best poem ever. I leap out of bed. Have to bathroom before it is gone. Too late. Damned muses tittering.