Abi has made sinners of us all. I had sworn my name to child’s stories. I never saw goody Osburn a witch, but Abi -the girls. They cry, they scream, they-they choke. I look, as hard as I can but I – I don’t see, I see nothin’. And I lie. Every lie that escapes my mouth, I feel the weight of the noose burden my shoulders. Bucklin’ my knees, clasping my throat, pushin’, pressing, tightening. My skin turns to ice from fear that Hathorne will question and he will see, my pretence will be known. I can hear their haunting cries of witchcraft if I dare testify their pretence to save my soul. Gad dams all liars. I never seen no spirits. The girls, they look to Abi, they too lie, I know it be true. They see nothing. Those not witness, to invisible crimes are accused. We - I had to choose. I must be a witness, bound to Abi, bound to witchcraft. I’ve placed my soul within Devil’s reach. …show more content…
I - I had to. Lucifer has turned the hour glass upon Salem and I fear the last grain soon fall.
I can stand against Abi and Proctor no longer. Two demons clawin’ at my back and I was forced to choose which sharpened talons, which cold eyes, which wicked soul, I fear most, before their fatal grip tears me in two. A look from either and I- I shiver, cower as a chill seeps into my veins. Bone dry I feel rain trickling down my spine.
John’s rage may spark, but a blazing wrath burns within Abi, she ruthlessly sets upon any.
As I stood today in court, testifying my only truth, stood against the heathen, I felt her stare scorch my skin, tearing a path to my soul. I cannot imagine the evil that frolic in her mind, behind those eyes, mirrors to death long past but unforgotten. Never have I envied more, bird’s freedom of flight from a predator’s deathly gaze. I lost breath, I could not witness Abi blackened Goody Proctor’s name. No remorse harbors within her crippled soul. Abi, is the seemingly harmless, pin that has unpicked the seams of Salem beyond mend and my lies. My lies be kindling to a whore’s vengeful flame burning this sinful town from the inside
out.
Be my soul condemned to rise to heaven or plunge into hell, it is Abi’s unearthly gaze, I know, will meet me. Proctor may be the only one to stand against her and rid Salem of her God forsaken reign, but even God’s holiest angels have feathers fall from their wings. His threats are not empty, I have known every inch of his whip, etched in my mind, etched in my skin. But it is Abi, who will see me hang.
I cannot have my neck break. I will stand against his whip. John is not what I be fearing most, he cannot hurt me as Abi can. Haul at me what words he will, I will stand unmoved. I will live my soul scorned with sin and lies, before I fall at the gallows. Among my sin, I saved Elizabeth as a lady of the court and no soul can weather these times unscathed. An ominous dark cloud looms, threatening to engulf Salem out of God’s forgiving sight. We all must all make allies and take cover or be left hanging in its wake.