My stride cuts through,
The bodies parting like a cream sea,
While heavy footfalls punctuate
A silence thickening the air,
Penetrating twin sets of lungs
And weighing them down
As if filled with marble.
The invisible brands
Burned into my skin without consent
Hiss at the bigoted.
Razor-sharp fangs display proudly,
Dripping with barely contained fury.
I am Medusa,
And they, the statues