Medusa
I had never
seen him before the night,
wine dark and
brooding,
his sea foam
eyes spread
over me.
I had meant to
pray in the temple;
my knees
instead were bent to him.
His brutal gaze
quick to open me,
a snow white
calf,
my streaming
blood,
my hair, strewn
upon the altar.
My screams were
pounded under his waves.
Now I am alone.
My sisters are
out hunting,
and I sit with
statues of lovers everyplace.
My hatred has
grown weak.
I cannot see
him now,
and others I
can only face with my stare.
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