anatomy of a dream (II)
yes, the mythological medusa, the gorgon medusa, the woman-monster with hair made of living snakes and a terrible gaze that turns into stone all who dare look into her eyes. she came to me descending through the darkness with uncanny grace. i couldn't see her eyes, for she wore a mask that covered them. the mask was the only thing she was wearing. i stood there, in the bottom of the pit, laying down, without remembering how or when i had fallen into it. and she came to me, staring at me with the empty gaze of her mask's eyes. if there were any words exchanged between me and her, i know not; all i know was that she leaned down on me, holding me close. her lips tasted like poison; her body a promise of fire and shadow. she took me into her, and in the last moment, she smiled. and then she slowly took of her mask, allowing me to finally see the terrifying beauty of her eyes, summoning the hell where she belonged. behind the mask, crowned by serpents, a face. a known face. i woke up as my body slowly started to turn into stone.