She glides through the halls,golden eyed and forked tongue,with her consummate curls and snake skin stilettos.Her bronzed thumbs faster than her numbing gaze.using her honeyed voice for falsified statements,screaming the Arachne spun tales from every digital mountain top.Ruining the lives of those whose stories weave into hersand leaving an aftermath of stone cold hearts wherever she may trek.All because the wrongdoings of a “man” who thought with the wrong head. So the now Gorgon of a girl lines her lips with pink, even though most days through the anger all she can see is red.Her blinding rage turns her slowly into a monster,just so everyone can feel just what it’s liketo have your beating heart turned to stone.
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