My Medusa

My Medusa

Throwing words away into the ether,

In search of a seeker.

Did you meet her?  Have you seen her?

Does she still believe the holes in her net are catching no suitor?

My Medusa is caught in a mirror.

A reflection of her former self; from sweet heart to sinner.

Now cast in stone are her army of lovers,

All standing proud, never moving on.

Trapped inside her thoughts forever,

Deep in their endless slumber; never completely gone.

All memories compared to me.

All seem to win eventually.

Surrounded by snakes; her endless din,

Are screaming at me, to go on, leave!

But love is my shield;

I trust in her virtue.

I must confess the way she makes me feel.

I must suggest a rendezvous.

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