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Written By: Juliette Bentley
November 25, 2014
Medusa's little sister never quite nailed the look.
Sailors struck by glimpse of Gorgon's head
turned to stone.
Little sister, too flighty for concentration
missed the part about penetration
with glare and word
and so poor sailors cast her way
were by ineptitude
consigned to tortured timber,
the timbre of their call in extremity
a hollow cry
carried on the tide as waves washed their
storm tossed torso's
driftwood lungs expelling their frustration
as she moved on
distracted by a butterfly