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The monster that is Medusa


her beauty was ridiculosly plentiful 

so plentiful in fact that she could've compeated with the godess of beauty herself 

and this was sadly noticed by none other than the god of the seas 

who didn't think twice before takeing away her innocence in the best way he could 

cutting her so deep that any paramedic would've turned away... as it was too grusome 

her weaps that day made thunder envious of her roar

 

yes...she did ask for aid to another powerful being Athena

she implored but was given no comfort

and gained a deplorable label 

she was turned away... 

 

"I'm a nobody

that got raped by a higher authority 

that has no one to turn to

I was adviced to keep quiet 

and will forever be stamped as a whore 

what will  I do if  i get preagnet? 

do I even have a choice or did a wealthy politician already take it for me?

and why

oh why is everyone calling

ME

a monster."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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