“Once, someone said my hair

was the ‘loveliest thing of all.’
So I cut it off.
And I grew bad ideas instead –
I got angry, I spat venom, I changed.
Not to be heavy handed,
but I really found the gorgon in me.”

In a mouldy old bathroom, Maggie is having a bad, bad day.
Around her, pipes speak, myths climb through windows, and Medusa dreams.

A story of recovery borne from the recovery of a story.