Jeno

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ㅤㅤི˖🕰 ׅ ׄ─‌┈The oracle tells them that psyche is destined to marry a monster that neither god nor mortal can resist psyche's parents are instructed to leave her on a mountain to await her monstrous husband. they cry a lot about it but they do it anyway so, psyche is chilling on top of the mountain fully expecting something terrible to happen zephyr, the west wind comes and lifts her carrying the princess gently from the mountaintop down to a beautiful field of flowers psyche comes across an amazing castle and goes inside the place is decked out with tons of treasure and priceless pieces of art. she hears voices that tell her that the palace and all the amazing stuff in it is hers. she's treated to a wonderful feast complete with an invisible singing chorus for entertainment. her husband-to- be comes to her that night in the darkness of her bedroom, so she can't see what he looks like he tells her that she must never try to see what he looks like. she's cool with that for a while but eventually she gets lonely since he only comes at night and because there are no other humans around psyche convinces her invisible husband to let her sisters come and visit her 𖤶 𝅄˚ he reluctantly agrees and has zephyr float them down. psyche's sisters get super-jealous about her incredibly posh lifestyle they start interrogating her about who her husband is. at first psyche lies and says he's a handsome young man who spends all day hunting in the mountains they don't buy it, though and keep pumping her for information.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤGIRLHOOD, MEDUSA, AND FEMALE RAGE ; { 𖢣 } immediately i recall caravaggio's painting of medusa feared by the male heroes of greek mythology i am thirteen and i stand in an art gallery marble floors shining and my breath echoing around the room. medusa has her mouth open in a bloody hysterical scream her bead decapitated ; it is silenced by the glass separating the painting from me it reflects my face over her own a mirror. i am sixteen now and i want to scream rage cry. we are told not to my head firmly attached to my neck, writhes with snakes of questions about this. i have no snakes for hair yet my own contentious relationship with the concepts of beauty and ugliness seems to explain my having some sharp edges. when girls are weighed on the scale of beauty, of wortham i not allowed to simply exist the scale places rage on the negative end medusa is given trauma has it forced down her throat and intoher lungs medusa is given a blade to her neck for daring to be mad about it girls are given trauma and they are given no place to put it down.
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