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.