Inspired by Vendetta Red's "Shiver."
When he looked at her from a certain angle he saw the snakes in her hair. They would twist around the curves of her face, slithering around her eyes, her lips. They hissed at him, taunted him, calling him to come closer, taste her, offer his lips, his tongue. They coiled, curled and turned.
"Come to our altar," they teased, sibilant. "We want blood. We want sacrifice."
Every night he dreamed of his Medusa.
Every night she turned him to stone.