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Seducing Medusa
Blood puddles
scattered all throughout
and in,
sinister sin
and doubt
mislabeled in tiny print
on the surface of
aged tin,
where am I?
who am I when I am here?
a beauty beds down
as I am cotton
and comforter
I am lace
and loveless,
I run my fingers
through thickly coiled locks
the spoils of communication
of cowardly constitution,
whats worse than waiting
when her serpents sing,
I am frozen faces
waiting for you,
when stared down?
My jaw line:
chiseled
statues
weak at the knees
Bravo!
Brilliantly new version of an old myth. The perspective, the short, delicate lines, and the coy rhymes create a moving and sinister readin experience. I am much impressed!
J-Called
I usually write short works
I usually write short works just because my focus is all over the place. Thanks for reading.
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF