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MAKE ME MEDUSA

By Alice Chalk



I am trying to outgrow

The familiar pain

Of loving you

By rolling around

In all the cliches I can find

Like freshly laundered bedding

I will cut my hair

And dance on tables

I will pierce myself

And get that tattoo you hated

I will transfer all

This energy

I used to use on you

Used to waste on you

Into something else

Though I know not what

Just yet

But all this power

Is building to something

Desperate for release

Will I turn men to stone?

Will I turn them to gold?

What if I discover

I can place my hand on a chest

And ignite the bones within?

What would happen

If all I became

was kinder?

Would it surprise you

To learn that I

Have become almost invincible?


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