Weekly feature by: Kristen Clark

Often times I wonder
If Medusa was actually a man.
Or if it is just her spawn
that slithers on this earth.
I know a few men that have the
wickedness to turn
women into
stone.
When they undress us with their
eyes
and their lizard tongue lashes out
and their serpent hands
reach around our hair
our necks
our bodies.
As warriors, we prepare for this battle.
We prepare to scream, to scratch, to fight.
But we can’t prepare for our eyes to turn to
glass.
Our hearts to twitch and lurch.
Our screams to be caged in our throats.
And our bodies to turn to
stone.