Medusa Ups Her Game — by Gerri Leen
Snakes for hair is so last year
Give me webbing, not spider-made
But of computer linkages
Turn you to stone?
Very old school—let me work
More subtly this time
As I weave my way into your
Social network, as I curate
Your feeds to bring you the
Things you fear most, the things
You hate most, the things you'll
Do anything to stop, to own, to destroy
Perseus should have left me alone
I've abandoned stone for fire
And this time you can watch
As I burn it all down
You'll long for snakes when this is done
AUTHOR BIO:
Gerri Leen is a Pushcart- and Rhysling-nominated poet from Northern Virginia who's into horse racing, tea, collecting encaustic art and raku pottery, and making weird one-pan meals. She has poetry published or accepted by in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Strange Horizons, Dark Matter, Dreams & Nightmares, Liquid Imagination, NewMyths.com and others. She also writes fiction in many genres (as Gerri Leen for speculative and mainstream, and Kim Strattford for romance) and is a member of HWA and SFWA. Visit gerrileen.com to see what she's been up to.
