The Robber Bride; Charis' View

A demise rests upon my abstract being,
My dynamic tutor exploits every angle,
I stir in my sleep; my lover is resting.
I fear for him.

Would you like to try
This lovely questionaire madam?
It doesn't cost a thing.
He scurries like a beetle.

I do not allow people at my door anymore,
This rule I had not foreseen,
As my lifeline. The thing that would keep
My lover in.

The same woman that deduced my sisters,
Read me like a book,
But misread the themes,
And I believed her, I believed her.

My elaborate wisdom could not save him,
I could not cover the audience,
and now I am closing,
my door forever.