MEDUSA

The brine of his rough grasp
     still on her,      the daughter
of Phorcys attempts to lose
     herself,          contemplating
          a stray lock of hair twined
     between her slender
          fingers like marble of Hymettus.
     What did I do?          Did I dip
               my toe too seductively
          into waters I should have noticed
                    were inviting?
               Is it my fault?

          Almost too distracted to notice
                   the silken skein
                            tightening its coils
                                     around
                                  her
                                      hand.

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