전체 공개 ・ 08.05
2026.08.05 (Wed)
the myth of perseus and medusa, in medusa’s perspective. of course, when you read a retelling the ending does not change, no matter how much you want it to. very short; pretty fucking melancholic.
I am that which you say I am. Let me be the monster.
Perhaps of gods or perhaps of monsters, if there’s any difference.
“I thought that your curse barred you from looking upon men,” says Perseus slowly, sounding confused. “I always thought it barred men from looking upon me.”
The thing about grief is that it pays no heed to the rules we have constructed for ourselves. Grief commands us to act.
To behold is to be held, and my hands are empty. For fear of being seen, I have never looked.
j.kalix