What difference does it make? I'm already condemned. There isn't a person in this God-forsaken town that hasn't tried me in their mind and found me guilty. Step mothers aren't real mothers anyway. My mother died when I was little. Daddy remarried and couldn't have cared less about me and Emma, my dear sister, and the ax sharpener. I was acquitted, and who can judge me now? By the way, the weapon was never found, it's buried by my feeble attempt at poetry.
Thomas W. Case Historical figure poetry Challenge Lizzie Borden