They say her gaze led to stoned glaze–
But few remember what turned tresses to snakes.
Some truths live in silence–untold.
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A victim reframed, a woman spurned,
Truths buried beneath a temple burned
Thrown and bound, with marble gags
Voices echoed through the cracks
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I said “no” in stone, to them I cursed
Snake-bitten tongues and truths reversed
Stained altars, tears touch my feet
They left me all alone to weep
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Tendrils of steel, bloomed from tears
Snakes that protect a soul that fears
Through the mire, I grew in strength–
Grew sharp thorns, of undue length
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Look at me, if you dare to hear
My eyes speak cracked truths that heedless fear
I freeze them, as they deny
On mock pedestals, they lie
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Unspoken courage, crawling from within
Each silence broken, a painful hymn
Though my eyes stun, leave poor souls in shame
Marble mouths do fear my name —
Medusa.
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