THE MASKS OF VILLAINY

I wore Medusa’s mask

and felt snakes slither over my head

and her long fingernails scratch my arm.

I wore Jafar’s mask and

his staff struck me like a lightning bolt

aa Iago’s beak bit me, drawing blood.

I wore Cruella’s mask

and her spotted coat swished in my face

as her callous cackle ripped through the air.

I wore Scar’s mask and

felt the desperate danger of his growl

and feared his long talons scraping my skin.