Keeps
Tightly
Laced,
Shows
No
Emotion
On
Her
Face,
Sits
Quietly
Wherever
Placed,
Silent,
Every
Room
A
Fresh
Tomb.
Gemma
Cannot
But
Grieve,
For
Having
Worn
Her
Heart
Upon
A
Gauzy
Sleeve,
Had
It
Bitten
Right
In
Two
By
Wicked
Viscount
You
Know
Who.
Gemma,
Still
Painfully
Alive,
Will
Of
Course,
Survive,
But
Oh,
The
Woe
Without
End,
Waiting
For
Her
Heart
To
Mend.