Her glances swept over and again,
Straight in the eye and there lay the dead,
She turned them stones just like her fated disdain,
The monster in her wasn't born, it was made.
She used to hear those stories which were told,
She was the victim but they didn't make her so,
They said she was heartless, vicious and cold,
So she turned into one just like the folk lore.
She seemed so cruel yet, she was pure,
For what was inside her was just a lonely soul,
Her hypnosis made those indecent luscious stares lure,
In her den where she twisted their existence worse than ghouls.
One could use the mirror but her essence won't leave,
Cause she had to make sure no man could ever use her,
She turned her destiny, she didn't weep,
And she turned into the one we call the Medusa.
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hen the problem is men, you don't punish women.
Shine
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One More Drop
PoetryFrom the back to my mind to your screen, just a string of words tied together. T/W It includes topics which might be triggering. Please proceed only if you're comfortable with it <3
