Medusa Oblongata My straight-ish hair,At its longest, Stretches down to the bottomOf my shoulder blades.I remember being able to onceSit on the ends of my braidsAt my first grade deskIf I leaned back far enough.Now, I stare into the mirror,And an unholy crownFrames my face, likeThe flames of a fire–Though made of molten ashAnd steel … Continue reading Medusa Hair, Do Care →