Not There
noon found her frozen
in the snakes
of her own veins.
she had married her own medusa,
commemorated
the fatal event.
to look inside
and turn to shocked stone,
could any pain
squeeze worse?
to show in eyes
a wound so bright
that blood relinquished fire?
to go down, to seek
a twin in a steep pool,
unaware she is dead
until she kisses you.
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