It was done
She could see only black
She could not run
There was no going back
Her eyes were swollen and puffy
One forever sealed shut
Her hand mangled and bloody
Her mouth all torn up
She had been loyal
She had said no
So why was her skin set to boil?
Her heart so slow?
Would she be saved?
Would she be forgiven?
She had behaved.
But she was still the villain.
She had told him she would not cave
She had seen how hard it had hit
Yet, him she had craved
And they must have known it
Because they did not think her brave
They looked at her with disapproving eyes
They rather thought she had dug her own grave
And layered their thoughts with sighs
Sighs for Leah, who was but a victim
And for Sam, who had been lured in by a vixen
But never for Emily, certainly not
For trouble that was sought
Was always given
And she was not to be forgiven
Yes, she nailed her own coffin shut
And she asked them, what could she do to make it up to them, what?
And they shook their heads
And left her on her knees,
Because it was done
She could not run
She had sewn her own coffin shut.
