she’s finally lost it
but being the kind of person she is,
losing it means she’s better off,
means she’s come to her senses,
realized she was losing it all along.

a conscience seems to have flowered
in that vapid soul of hers;
could that be a pang of guilt,
at long last, an admit to defeat?

no, it couldn’t be.
she will never change.
but it is hard to ignore
the newfound loneliness in her pained, tired eyes,
and could that be a tinge of fear?

so, it may be true,
for no stubborn sinner
begs for forgiveness like this torn woman did,
no stubborn sinner
recognizes the extents to which she has gone
to break others,
like this penitent did.

it seems she’s come to her senses,
at long last,
and been punished,
set on fire, burnt
like the battered hearts of her victims,
but been granted clemency
through kisses from
an unexpectedly forgiving source.