Medusa: Fallen Queen Bee

Beauty and grace,

that’s all anyone could see. 

But beneath her surface,

there was only a poisonous personality. 

She played games,

acted selfishly,

men and women walk away in pain,

untill one day, she was punished properly. 

On her own,

no more familiar faces,

Medusa met her match,

exposing all of her ugly faces.


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