Oct 18, 2010 22:58
Medusa
I am become a mask
dislocated and screaming.
My voice, bound and
made vicious by violation.
My bleeding heart
lost in the blood-tide,
though I am plagued
by phantom heart beats,
echoing and rattling
like pebbles in the surf
or loose buck-shot against
my cracked and broken bones.
I, the Dreadful Ruler,
of my sisters
am become bound
to the petty will
of a golden haired boy.
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