medusas

What I thought
was a lightning bolt
telling me who you are
was really
my origin story
forging me
into the ground;
less rapture,
more rupture

Like a piece of pottery
kilned too early
morphed into
a grotesque mold
like a misshapen doll
melted on a car dashboard
ready to go

The snakes came next
surprisingly
from me;
you were shocked they grew
so fast;
and I without a comb
or rat to feed them

But it was I frozen
into stone
not you;
you were Perseus
eyeing my head
as a prize
to prove
you finally killed me;
And I, trying to avoid
being evidence
to your hubris