head of snakes
eyes of stone
once seen as a figure of beauty,
perfection
once seen as an item
a tool
a mere toy to play with,
taken advantage of
her hair, a gift
to defend herself
against the men
the Man
her eyes, a shield
to show that she was more than
an Item
someone who is not to mess with
but that didn’t stop them.
He fought her
He sliced off her head
carried it like a trophy of courage
He returned home
idolized
as a hero
He stood proud, waving the mangled head
of a once beautiful girl
head of pride
eyes of daggers
once seen as a figure of beauty
an item
soon a Monster
and now,
back to her roots.