Medusa

Signs in the sky, brighter than
stars, brighter than the light in
your eyes.
My hair's become scarce; and
I know I won't last
much longer. Not without
your voice.

They read your name, these signs.
Like ones on the side of the road,
telling me where to go.
But

I can't move, something
is holding me back.
I cannot move, I'm forced to
watch the signs' shine
fade away into black.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't move.




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