She built a wall … brick by brick, 

Hateful word by hateful word, 

Sealing herself off from her feelings, 

Twisting her memory of what happened, 

A wall that was a story of mostly fiction.

Higher, she built … higher the wall grew, 

A wall of spite, 

Built as much from the pain of his actions, 

As from her own guilt, her own betrayal, 

A wall of escape, made of hateful stories spun to others. 

But, though she thought it a wall to keep him away, 

Keep her mind and heart from wanting, 

It was really a wall that kept her trapped in,

A mind trap … a heart trap, 

In with those who used her pain, 

Goaded her on in her mistake, 

Fed her hate.

She’d walled herself in, 

And, if she did not realize her own prison, 

She would be walled in forever, 

Exposed to demons, 

Demons of her own mind, her own guilt,

That would not stay buried for long, 

And demons who came for her, whom she let in, 

Seeing dead souls, needing to feed from her, 

As friendly, familiar, 

Like those she’d escaped.