By | 15 September 2022

perseus trips and cracks his head
medusa joins her sisters in a sunspoked field
returns to her research, the garden, the lute.
did not accept the sweet kiss of death
did not accept the gaze of another of anyone
listens to the earth with bright abandon
where flowers discuss the dead
on which they feed

behead the myth
and they are furious.

had no song for her
had no love for her
had no memory of her
but still they look.

when death forgets to avert their eyes
tell them to send another

a cold shadow flits through me
in her presence, but i like the chill.
are you hungry? would you like some bread?
wicked gorgon here is the plate.
beast, spectre of wrath, devil,
how was your summer?

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