Reptilian serpents crowd her crown
Whispers and shivers down the spine
As I spy through the looking glass
All that is mine.

I tremble to see
Myself in eyes of obsidian black
–Hole I dug myself, here to swallow me whole
–Lot, vacant, panicked visage of a gorgon
Is but my own mare in the night.

The fear, it creeps in serpentine waves
Crashes into my tumbling breath
As I search for a light between the shadows
For a reason to escape my prison of living death.

I ache to scratch
This infernal psychosomatic tic
–tock of my unwinding mind
–lest the stone takes hold
And the cold reaches the bone.

Into the eyes of Medusa
I looked and saw myself and nothing else
And I fled before the reptilian being
Seized me.

A sphinx riddles me this:
Who sheds tears in the morning
Crying, searching, instincts overtaking
Before the noon hangs high, the clouds breaking
Like the pimples upon their cheek
Until all the rosy and blush is flushed
Away with a pale, cold breath.