Staring into those beading eyes
They were staring into my very soul
Fixated on them, I was
Nothing could escape the gaze of Medusa, the Gorgon
I'm quite surprised that she hasn't ended me yet
I should be dead by now
"But what's stopping her?"
She started to move closer to me, her eyes as piercing as ever
I couldn't move
I was helpless
Instead of killing me, she leaned on me and pulled me into a soft embrace
"Why would she do such a thing? Why?"
As I was about to let go, something strange happened
Her grip began to tighten
Her hands were seeping into my ribs
I was slowly being crushed alive
But later on, I knew that something was wrong
The squeezing abruptly stopped
Then everything went quiet
It seemed that the monster in front of me was the one that turned to stone
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PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
