Sweet Annabelle
I do believe that you are corrupt
Your eyes are empty
The soul is lost

I beg of you
Let’s not pretend
We both know how you love to scheme and plot my death

But I warn you
Come any closer
And it shall be the end
Not of me
But of your whole line and generation

Not by murder
That would be to vulgar and would bring quite the scandal

No, I will bring you down with words of gossip

For I do believe your husband would be most anxious to know
Of how you’ve slept with all of his gentlemen friends
And how his sister is more than just your “close” friend

So do you see?
I can keep secrets to
I know about your father
And of his ungentlemanly ways
He has broken both your wrist and your heart with his fists

I know that you care for him in spite of what he has done
But you believe that all men are unworthy of your love
And that is why you do the things you do
To prove that you are in need of no man to save you

You have saved yourself more than once before

But before you leave
I must tell you this
You have saved your body
Yet your soul is still at risk