viii. Medusa
when my affections no longer suited
those around me,
they turned me into a snake. I became
exactly what they wanted.
little did they know
a snake is precisely what I
have always
been. I am made of fangs
and hard scales. I come equipped
with my own armor.
I spend my time in the nightmares
of men, slip silently into their dreams.
look under your feet. you will never
know
if I am lurking there, waiting
patiently to strike.
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The Rhythm of Immortality
PoetryA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to Greek Mythology. The majority of them are based in modern times.