Friday, June 26, 2009

rise medusa

Oh serpent, how you taunt me! Bound by these constraints I struggle against myself.

Step outside dressed in armor. Skin like glass
hard and cracked
you cannot reach me here.

Oh the hissing!
I shrink under your stare
cutting me to parts of my pieces I most want covered my mind is crowded whose body is this? i cower.
Shall I lower my eyes with a smile? Freeze my own blood so yours can rage?
Or shall I meet your gaze?

Reversing your stare turns you to stone.

See yourself see me, a toy
a ball to bat around in this world is your temple
push me under the rubble when it falls.

Oh I know!
They call me a monster when my obedience falters
fault me for fumbling out of the prison in your pupil
but being so statuesque makes me sore
it’s your turn to be still.

I hear the hissing
Snapping me awake.


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