Madusa's snakes,
Slither along blank
Gaze; to pronounce
On darkened seams
Of a glass house.

Their stare binds
The weak mind.
As I etch a cross
Into the last waltz,
Dragging behind
Subtle led strides.

Kicking the weight
Of malice worlds
Off brittle shoulders,
To hear the shatter
Of fragile footing.

Lost in Madusa's
Most solid trance.
I've fallen threw,
And gotten drenched.

As she pitches
Me to shallow ponds
To weight her ship.

And here I drown.

Just to be pulled
Aboard on final gasp.
As the sun pats
The sea on its back,
Before taking its hold.

Medusa loves to watch.
Sh-She's a voyeur,
EXCITED BY MY COUGH!

Giggles as her toy
Ship is juggled now
By cackling clowns.
Twisted grins fumble
A plastic glee;
They simply fallow...
Gazing; blinklessly
They do as she,
And her stone
Action figure hopes
For a sort of ease
In the bottles throat.

Day by day water
Grows scarce.
Noah's arc wears
God's kiss never more;
Initial purpose served.

But what of Noah...
And his masterfull arc
After water lost heart?

Madusa's glare
Has sifted the sea.
Seperated the last
Drop of dense ocean,
And created a beach.
As the water dissolves,
Wounds are breached
By the callous of salts.

Here, I drown.
Choking down
The sands of lost
Time and past.
My prison intesified;
Pried of Ahabs lines,
And set in hourglass.

There she watches.
Meticulous as ever,
With magnifine glass
In hand she stares.
The fire in her eye
Ripples in the sky.
The heat triples
With every fine glance
She passionately lands.



My head seams lost
Within the pain
Of forgotten memory.
Stomach trembles
In the fears of unknown.

The pain more trouble
Than one could bare.
Choking thin air,
I reach for the bottle.

"Fuck.... This one's empty."

As I stare down
Misused anesthesia,
I hesitantly find...
.....nestled within
My lasting addiction,
Awaits a victim.

Every emotion here.
The bottom half just
Rests itself in a smile...
While the other half
Frowns in disgust.

And then I see it,
The absolute low;
Into the center
Of the bottom I dive,
To find Madusa's
Twisted gaze...
As I listen closer;

... Tip the bottle
As she flows outward.