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.