[I Freeze.]

Her cold stare sends
chills through the air.
I see my breathe
float toward the sky.
Her stare reflects my
the wrongs I
have committed.

[I Struggle.]

The demons in her looks
force me to the ground.
The burden of my conscience
pushes me further down.
I can not stand the weight
of her glare.

[I choke.]

The words stuck
in my mind like
the vice like grip of her eyes
focused in my failure.
I try to tell her
the wrongs I committed.
I cannot give her the
assurance she demands.

[I die.]

The demons in her eyes
demand my demise.
Turning to stone from
the eyes of Medusa,
would be a welcome release.
She watches as I am lowered
to the ground the last time.

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