Medusas Gift to her daughters

By Sarah Amoros’ Ferguson (’23)

I wonder if they understand the weight of the pain they’ve
caused. I wonder if they are sorry, if they feel haunted. I hope
they see our faces in their nightmares. I hope we are as
monstrous to them as they are to us. I hope they feel nothing
while in bed with their girlfriends, wives, and partners. I wish
them endless flashbacks to the moment they interrupted our
peace and replaced it with flashbacks of our own. I wish them
sleepless nights. But I don’t wish them what we went though. I
could never wish that on any soul, not even them. That’s the
difference between us.
may they turn to stone in our presence.