Chthonic beauty is less blessing and more curse.
She was soft skinned before diamond scales flashed,
before blood turned acid and hair streamed to
a venomous, hissing river.
Before she was gorgon and eye contact
curdled skin to stone; that simple flesh
that would have welcomed her touch
before metamorphosis, she was simply
raped in the wrong location,
deflowering the temple of a virgin.
Even goddesses fall into blaming victims,
turning innocence to monstrosity
with one fickle curse. And they called the one who did it