Medusa

A man hurt me

Now I hurt them

It’s not revenge

It’s self defense.

The serpents say forgive yourself

But there is no redemption

For weathered stone

And I live on this island alone

While you and your pickaxe are safe at home

I am a garden snake with venom

The frog that kisses back

I am new blue jeans

With holes in the knees

Stylishly broken

Messily clean

Always chipped and cracked

But crumbling, I’ll take you too,

An avalanche