By Doyel Bhattacharjee
Perhaps I was a snake
Coiled around Medusa's head
As she weeped night and day
Erased for the pantheon's sake
Perhaps I was the granite
She turned her convicts into
Stained from within by their blood
Gave way without a fight
Perhaps I was the eyes
That turned flesh to stone
Hidden and enraged
Once, they were bright and sage
Perhaps I was the marble
Where he killed her anew
Sat still, resonating screams
The altar, they now marvel
Perhaps I was her
A priestess, a girl
A Punished monster
With no place in this world
By Doyel Bhattacharjee
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