Some Days I Feel This Way

Some Days I Feel This Way

The Gorgon

By Jesi Scott

He called me Medusa,

though I’ve no locks of snakes to grace my head,

and I’ve two strong legs with which I walk,

not slither,

from room to room.


I spurned his advances,

the god-man, deity-son;

now am I ridiculed,


cursed by his vengeance.



when all flee my stare,

can I not look at my own reflection

and turn myself into stone?

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