medusa
Age seems a treacherous monster
You bargain with her as she lays her hands on your neck
She tells you nothing’s going to happen for a while
And the very next day, your hair’s gone gray
The love’s gone away
She talks in your ear like she owns you
She says things to you
Does things to your body
That make you fear her
She’s nothing
She’s all talk
You seem to be attracted to women with bite
She acts like she does
She doesn’t have teeth
I’m not fond of things that take my place in occupying your mind
She’s Medusa
She only has power if you look her way
Don’t look
Keep your eyes on mine
You’ve got the time
You’ve got every second of it until we both run out
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I.G. Nichols
I. G. Nichols is a soon-to-be college freshman close to finally pursuing her dream of teaching English. She took up writing poetry in her junior year of high school as a way to cope with mental illness and develop an understanding of her own identity. She now writes on a near-daily basis with subjects such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, suicide, love and the healing that comes with it, fear of the future, and a desire for freedom. She enjoys swimming, art, reading, writing, and video games, and desires to one day figure out how to care for succulent plants.
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