Oed’ und leer das Meer Peach shaped drops talk about my life in tragedies turning me into a catastrophe You had multiple lovers yet you felt the need to devour me due to fair cheeks and pliant mounds You warped deity, you wrote sins across my skin carved salt and water…
Medusa lives in these trees she sings of this breeze cries with those leaves The branches pick and they preen form shells around soft carcasses marbled and pristine Crackling vines across rooted cemeteries She exists between earth and sky water and hell vividly unseen
She had a serpents tongue ringlets of venom lingered off her lips One could have turned to stone if they gazed too long But for me I would have looked into the eyes of Hades battle mountains themselves just for a glimpse of those smooth emeralds I had come to…
There were vines up her skin slender mossy streams that breathed life into her veins eyes brown like that dried up mud- sticky surfaces that burrow you into the Earth Those branches latch and tangle entwine around the crevices of her heart She had leafy shells in her hair Strands…
Éloa 