Beautiful Medusa
Beautiful Medusa-Stella D’Vine
Tendrils of hair fall.
Snakes emerge from her scalp.
A curse.
Stripped away.
Inhumanly human.
Cast away.
A stone you will become.
Eyes so cold you die.
Heart so dried its impure.
Her attribute a nemesis
The last thing you’ll ever see.
Granite. Grey. Forever frozen.
A new collection.
A new decoration.
Beautiful medusa.
A curse bestowed.
Beauty stripped away.
A snake she has become.
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