The Change of Medusa

Another skin netted as a frost on a lichen colorless as smoke came out in her hand as she adjusted the diadem on her writhing scalp GODS DAMMIT! Medusa looked in the lustrous mica reflecting the bare spot on her head Another serpent had grown old and shriveled Too thin to stay in its delicate weave of scales it had slipped away to  curl up and die in a corner of the Gorgon lair Briefly, Medusa considered repinning it to one side brushing over the remaining snakes to hide the growing space of her own vulnerable freckling skull Her sisters were quiet as stone But made faces when Medusa walked past She’s not ‘Myth’ America, anymore They were cruel, but then again —always had been 07-07-23