Uncurst

I love the gorgon’s vampire grin,

ghoulish, foolish, mad medusa,

skeleton skull.

Gorgon knows

the snaky way I feel,

writhing naked,

every which way,

My red tongue sticking out,

with the urge

to crawl away, regurge, ungorge,

on a bad hair day,

cut off from everyone,

ready to sever

the head of reason

forever,

for reasons of My own!

The heart's an organ

I can also do without!

Kali's Kalendar,

Crone's Chronology,

reasons enough

to make Me

regorgonize My life:

I need

red dancing energy!

I thirst for freedom,

courage first,

here, now,

at the worst.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018