Medusa Sleeping Part 1
said
to have
a face of true
beauty so beautiful
too beautiful deserving
an Athenian beauty salon
curse
hours under
the sculpting
stylist's stolen eye
honey when i'm done
with you you'll rock their
socks off
so sitting back
closing her beautiful
eye lids of her beautiful
face she dreamed about how
the record holder for launching a
thousand ships
she'd do one better
so imagine how upset
her waking was when after
hours of snipping here and there
her stylist pronounced ta da my dear
taking
a look in
a mirror and
noticing she had
the same alabaster
facial skin of perfection
but
some
thing was
different she
couldn't quite put
a pin point on what
"the saga continues" part 2
always seemed to be
waking this time in an
acoustic cave dwelling
where hissing sounds
pingponged off the walls
time for another
hissy fit
from her another
day of waking
having a bad
hair
day
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