My spirit is Medusa's reincarnation.
Why else would they refuse to look me in the eye?
Did Medusa ever felt like she is the serpent,
not just her hair?
Because some days
I feel like my words are the venom
that compels others to close their ears not just seal their vision.
Did she ever think that she not the monster
but a consequence of one?
YOU ARE READING
The Truths of a Liar
Poesía"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
