The passing of the moment,
Marred her soul and scarred her body.
The lingering pain on her skin
Reminded her of his sickening grasp,
That got imprinted on her by force.
Agony and self-hatred burnt inside of her ,
Making her wish for her demise;
For it to quieten her fear of touch
And obliviate the cacophony in her head.
That moment – etched the tattoo of Medusa on her,
With the ink of fear running through her veins
Ruining her of sanity
And driving her crazy with her own Poseidon as the cause.
And at last, in the end
Peace laid on her soul
As her heart finally gave out
With blood trickling down from her wrist.
