m e d u s a
she was beautiful a long time ago
a long long time agolong dark hair caressed by the wind
skin as smooth as the best silk
eyes as clear as crystal
iris as blue as mediteranian sea
lips as red as underworld's pomeshe was in love with the god
the god of the sea and the ocean himselfand all story told in one place
when the girl and the god were in a
sacred place
of the sister of the god himselfthey were a lover
a lover
a lover
a lover
a
l
o
v
e
r
in a wrong time
and maybe wrong place
but still
a loverwhen the curse of the goddess
change every aspect about herher hair
her skin
her eyes
her lips
her body
her lifeand also
her lovebecause the god himself
he threw her instantly
like the rest of his former lover
a very long list of former lover that a god possibly haveand she should know that before
she knew that
but once she could help butfalling
in
love
-
a. n.
yes, a myth about infamous medusa
i wrote this poet because
even a villain of a story has their own story too, that no one really ever told© 2018 by mimaraya
18th june, 2018
with love,
aya.
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nebulous
Poetryneb·u·lous /ˈnebyələs/ (n.) cloudlike, vague it's just me disguising my non-so-philosophical thought into poetry. [ theme of poems are random, read at your own risk. ] amazing cover by eliza © copyright 2017 by mimaraya