midas and medusaMature

our suffering was human long before you 
tried to “humanise” it,
give us the kiss of life,
i am not your wife, i am not your sister
i am not your fucking daughter, sorry to break 
all this water 
on the embers of you 
deigning, for once, to give a damn
what your friends do to us
by imagining we belong 
o you — i will demonstrate
how little you know of possession
as i run
my keys along your car
til your mouth unlocks, drops open
and i dive down your throat, walk around 
in you, the cage 
of your ribs more spacious than 
my own, two sizes too small, 
zero, counting down to take-off, space
for my heart all taken
with the frenzied tango 
of me watching you watching me, behind
my eyes, all winged 
and no less trapped for it
vandalism is not violence
i would have snapped 
your wrist when you tried to kiss me
just to see if you’d curse quietly
about your shattered iPhone bones
pick up, dust off, shrug shoulders
cold and solar
your belongings increasingly disposable
so when you love me because i could be yours
don’t flinch when i spit 
in your eye, scream, cry, take
your name in vain
to leech from myself the pain of your basilisk glance
urning me into rubble, eroding all
the toil and trouble or whatever it is 
you fear in me, petrified
perfect specimen, cut and dried
venus de milo on a pedestal
armless, harmless
all legs and bust
soft hewn and lunar, gathering dust
i am not your medusa
victim, your rock, your dirty girl
grain of sand to make a pearl
i am fire, water, air
you cannot hold me
don’t stroke my hair, don’t fucking touch
me, yeah, my fingertips
may turn you to gold
but i’m not here to spin your straw
neither am i some unrefined ore
for you to forge into a wedding ring
stone is bitter cold as metal
though it makes a rougher crown
don’t worry, though, my darling,
the chill will hiss and dissipate
when i come to melt 
you down

The End

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