pssh.

its the day you get in the shower with your bra on.
profane mumbles, and wrinkled nose.
peeling the unsavory article from its place.
malice.
this is me.
and Im drawn to what makes you different.
because maybe you're braver than I am.
distinct and palpable.
satisfying.

andiknowimnotthatbrave.
.

I am medusa.

the wind makes my eyes water.
sharp and strong.
dark eyes, I close them as I walk.
stumbling. smiling.
strands of brown surrounding.
engulfing.
I am medusa.
across campus I trudge.
my bangs grown greasy by noon,
blown back from my face,
Im betrayed by my greatest security blanket.
the sunlight outside deceives me.
this is no day for comfortable walks,
tucking tangled strands inside my shirt.
itchy.
no day for strolling.
I burrow within.
trudging, stumbling.