Medusa Poem by Agatha Eliza

Glimpses of thoughts, and distant memories
hiss and coil
around your neck, like the emerald serpents
that once adorned Medusa's head...


Her eyes...shards from the cracking, vast
mirrors of hell's transcending fire-
some are missing, or others
simply
won't fit anywhere.


She is like a mosaic of flesh, and old bones
never destined
to grow complete again,
as the two red fragmenting flames
froze the wheel of time,
and never allowed
mortals to dearly stare at, and fall in love.