Tired of the constant bickering,
the he said she said never ending
circus. Tired of being the butt of gags
and sick to death of being harassed
by the local gods, she leaves.
Takes an Uber as far as she can get
on her Saturday wages and then
hitchhikes the rest. Doesn’t look back.
They’d met by the sea. He’d promised
to shake the world for her but
all she got was a bellyful of anger
and a head full of snakes. Spiteful.
She’s alone now. Walking
the pier and looking
strangers in the eye.
The waves, his waves, crashing
in front of her like some kind of
metaphor. She wishes she could
turn herself to stone.
She could stand here forever and
even the sea couldn’t move her.
Medusa Leaves Home
