Dear cave,

Dear grass,

Dear shadow,

Dear pit,

Dear bosom,

Dear boy,

I hope you find this letter

written in the sand

the words shaped

by the movement

of my body

the trail suddenly ending

as I remember

that a monster

is made of imagination

and I take flight.

You will find me

where the sword is made

You will find me

where the shield is forged

You will find me

with my feet already wearing

the winged shoes

You will find me

shredding the cloak

All the gifts given

by the gods

breaking

in my teeth.

I am flying to Olympus

and I’m not coming alone.

Sincerely,

Medusa