Weekly feature by: Kristen Clark
Often times I wonder
If Medusa was actually a man.
Or if it is just her spawn
that slithers on this earth.
I know a few men that have the
wickedness to turn
When they undress us with their
and their lizard tongue lashes out
and their serpent hands
reach around our hair
As warriors, we prepare for this battle.
We prepare to scream, to scratch, to fight.
But we can’t prepare for our eyes to turn to
Our hearts to twitch and lurch.
Our screams to be caged in our throats.
And our bodies to turn to