Medusa My Moon
Medusa, My Moon
A medusa piercing the curtains, cursing me
The moonbeams, hugging my weary back,
A futile attempt to bring me back,
My heart, eyes that desire death are open,
Yet my two eyes, confined by the vision of hope…
My wandering body, petrified with life,
A jail , a false promise seducing me,
Could the moon’s love break the curse?
Turn me to stone, to save me from suicide?
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