Feb 2018
Like Medusa, my locks
Slither, and hiss, full
Of contemptuous
Snakes
Eagerly awaiting, the poor soul
Who gazes, with eyes of curiosity
To merely be turned to stone
Slither, and hiss, full
Of contemptuous
Snakes
Eagerly awaiting, the poor soul
Who gazes, with eyes of curiosity
To merely be turned to stone
