Thursday, April 26, 2012

Finally, A Medusa. Pharmakos. One.


The porcelain of her smile gleams
iridescent in his stagnant memory,
complementing her cerulean eye.
Pristine china white and stormy beryl
churn over 
the victims of her gorgon gaze
as a thick syrup of malice drips
from the corners of a gaping,
black mouth like a cat's, frozen in a frown.
Praying for safety cloaked in deception                     
as he plunged beneath the undertow of night, 
a glance illuminated his 
heart, hardened 
by her wicked hair of snakes.


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