Medusa sat before me
- Jeanine Otte
- Jul 9, 2021
- 1 min read
I used to brush my grandmother’s hair.
Slowly the black bristles pulled the grey tendrils as I heard her breath release.
Was I letting the vipers breathe?
Or calming them to sleep?
She slept in her bed in sovereignty.
JEO
7.8.2021
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