viii. Medusa
when my affections no longer suited
those around me,
they turned me into a snake. I became
exactly what they wanted.
little did they know
a snake is precisely what I
have always
been. I am made of fangs
and hard scales. I come equipped
with my own armor.
I spend my time in the nightmares
of men, slip silently into their dreams.
look under your feet. you will never
know
if I am lurking there, waiting
patiently to strike.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Rhythm of Immortality
PoesieA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.
