Gris

She inhaledas deeply as she couldtremulousso deeply she thought her very lungs might rupturefor she knew this was her last breath For a moment she thoughtperhaps she could hold ithold that breath tight inside herand perhaps in doing solivelive her life with that breath locked awaycaged along with her voicelive a silent lifefor as long

The Gorgon’s Cave Revisited

Hideous, repulsive… such words I often hear.I wish I was attractive, so that they’d no longer sneer.But, since I can’t control—or alter—my own mask,I seek solace in solitude, a difficult task. Perseus approaches, with glistening shield in hand.Marching right behind this torment is his malignant band.Cowering behind a pillar, shivering with fear,I pray they come