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musing medusa

this medusa
harbors no illusions

i know
my face will soon be emblazoned
upon the shield of athena

but oh, perseus,
such a magnificent time we had
unleashing pegasus and chryasoar
from my womb
into the world
your sword the midwife
my little gifts from poseidon
after his night holding me down
in the temple

my snake tattooed neck
veritable, indeed
does miss being attached to my slinky body

these men who sought the enchantment inside my head
who dared my fatal gaze
crossing mountains tops
with a plan to die
remain a species of statue
not fully unraveled into stone

they are a sort
who despite there stillness
summon the water
to weep

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