Medusa’s Overbite
I looked past the ripples
in the reflecting pool.
Her image replaced mine.
The face of a chiseled
goddess, framed
with fiery red hair,
curled like a coital
knot of snakes.
Her dark eyes burned
with desire.
I was seduced.
But, her ruby lips
parted, revealing
a gap between her
yellowed buck teeth,
a darkness,
a blackness,
an abyss.
Reality
is only the consensus
of similar
perceptions.
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Comments
Thank you! Perceptions are
Thank you! Perceptions are individual and life is not two dimensional.
I happened to read this poem
I happened to read this poem because the title was so appealing, but I enjoyed it very much. Makes me think that not everything is, what it seems. A Medusa is a beautiful sea creature with a terrible poison...
I'll come back and read more of your work.