Medusa Is Mad

The irony of it
(sort of like Medusa getting bit
by a snake)
did not escape her.

She was the one
who ALWAYS had the upper hand,
who never gave an inch,
whose venom was
100 proof.

She could not
for the life of her
pinpoint the moment
when she had
lowered her guard,
exposed her vulnerability.

Betrayal is a slithery thing,
reptilian, if you will.
She didn't see it coming
or she would have coiled
and struck first.

poem by Sonny Rainshine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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