Thursday, April 15, 2010

Medusa

Solid scathing gaze
That pierces like a poniard.
Feel the angry cold
That riots in your chest.
River of your thoughts
A sudden stagnant mess.
All-enveloping abyss
Called forth from deepest dark.
Eyes like dreary clouds
Relent not for a moment.
Soft and smoothest flesh
Now rigid like a stone.

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