Meduse

flummi

Mitglied
I can see them very clearly
with all of these eyes
nesting within my hair

sitting within my cave
I’m tearing out strand by strand
eye by eye

I’m sending them out
like flies
to watch, eat, reproduce

I want to see them
sweating, bleeding
their cradle of mother’s milk

I want to smell their
sweet taste,
gracefulness, majesty

while puppies
are crawling out of their wounds
like maggots

dropping into their soft caramel hair
eating it so they turn golden
so they fall asleep for a hundred years

each one is a Madonna
glowing with pure holiness
being a shrine of her own

men are inhaling their breath
deeply and decent
like pilgrims hoping for salvation

I can see me very clearly
that my hair is bean green and
my sight turns men into stone.
 



 
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