The Hundred S2 / all my devotion turns into violence
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Medusa has her mouth open in a bloody, hysterical scream, her head decapitated; it is silenced by the glass separating the painting from me. It reflects my face over her own — a mirror.
I am eighteen now and I want to scream. Rage. Cry. We are told not to. My head, firmly attached to my neck, writhers with snakes of questions about this.
Medusa is given trauma, has it forced down her throat and into her lungs; Medusa is given a blade to her neck for daring to be mad about it. Girls are given trauma and they are given no place to put it down.
