Naked, she walks
fully clothed
to greet the old-
man-in-the-moon’s
wrinkled face
medusas dangle their
bright locks in waves
that stiffen her hair
empty her stare
of sky cloud moon
on the ocean floor
her spidery limbs crawl
against tides dragging
her back (empty of sky
cloud moon) once more
bloated, ashore
under flocking
curved beaks
and beating
wings of words.
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