Medusa had it lucky,
I have come to understand.
Though cursed by her beauty,
she gained a blessing,
albeit one in disguise.
Among the countless men and women
turned to stone by her horrifying gaze,
like her, I have come to know
that there are two types of people who cannot
look you in the eyes.
Those who are trying to hide a lie,
and someone trying to hide a love.
And the curse lies
in trying to decide which is which.