Looking into your eyes
is like looking into Medusa's eyes
I turn to stone
I am like a deer caught in headlights
I don't know what to do
You repulse me with every movement
and your arms snake around
like the snakes on top of Medusa's head
I wonder if this imagery will ever go away
You walking bag of repulsive skin
If I was Perseus I would kill you too
but I am not a hero
nor am I a murderer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary said it best....very passionate! ! Nice!