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Fallen Medusa


"That Medusa freezes millions of

people to stone; no sense of

morals," the newscaster speaks with

disgust. 

Femme fatale, seductress, insidious: serves

her right. That's what they all say. 

Tainted by the sea god

The wise Medusa is no longer

chaste. 

Filled with anger, she freezes Poseidon into congealed

stone.

Her designer-filled closet now only consists of an orange

suit. 

Her spacious room with a luxurious chandelier is

now a tiny cell shared with another woman. 

She raises her voice to defend her actions 

only to be drowned out by a crowd of 

accusers. 

The beautiful Medusa no longer smiles but is now

filled with vengeance.

Cruel Society changed her. 

Slained, Medusa no longer exists. 

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