Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates

Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates I felt it was time to just let the hell go, walking away while you screamed and cursed. There was no fight then made just for show an instant decision, one I never rehearsed. Whiskey had me ready to battle, fight a war my nerves were shot but courage filled me. I remember that day- it is still a bad scar, evidence of the day you forced me to hurt me! I walked out into a steamy hot August night, knowing that move was to be set in hard stone. You looked in awe at that unimaginable sight, sat there and cried like a sad child all alone! I look back at your face from memory I saved, there was anger, fright and hate dancing there. My leaving was an act far too damn long delayed. Like a Medusa, you gave me that hideous stare! Yet at times, that face clears and is replaced. By your beauty, dressed up and all in sexy lace! R.J. Lindley Jan 23rd, 1988