Snakes

I choke on the past. Sometimes it just sneaks up on me, and before I can swallow it down, I'm choking and it won't let me be in the present. She is symbolic to me, and at first it was just about her hair, but having learned her story, I feel that our stories, though very different, are very similar and that we could be friends, or sisters, or the same. I searched for a long time to find a picture of Medusa the way I felt she existed, and this: "Medusa's Transformation" by Alέxandros UnregisteredMinds from flickr is exactly it. In the fear of what has happened and what I am becoming: what the past is making me. And in that transformation: Medusa is what I choke on.



12/15/10