When you first look at her,
You notice not her glassy eyes,
Or her carefully done up locks.
You notice the glinting medallion
Hanging from her neck.
She parts her painted lips
She could be singing siren’s songs
She could be spewing priceless knowledge
Or telling the secrets to life itself-
But you notice the red stained medallion
Dangling from her neck
She moves her expensively bound feet
She could be dancing to an ancient ritual
She might be running faster than the wind
Or strolling gracefully along the road-
You can only notice the cursed medallion
Strangling her neck.
Her body hits the floor, empty
She could be dying
She could be freed
Maybe she’ll live after its released its hold
You can’t ignore the living medallion
Moving towards your neck.