Medusa

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wandering eyes under thick lashes

tipped with gleaming ichor

shaded from the morning sun

by clouds brewing with anger


lips painted with blood

a smile carved upon her face

slinking swiftly 'round the bend

a lioness stalking prey 


cursed with beauty, love, and expiry

she relished in every mirror

but now she's grown remorseful

as the world becomes ever clearer


so she followed closely

behind the man's bare back

until he stared into her glory

and screamed until the black


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