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Wedding Fruit

Silk and chiffon beaded with mother’s pearls
Something borrowed, something blue
Her face the Carolina hue of asphyxiation

Hung under orchard dropping putrid fruit
Shedding seeds of morose melancholy
With tears from a bride to be

Left to swing a rotten apple from withered tree
Toes touching tips of the overgrown green
Satin shoes kissing daisy blooms

Glazing gaze fixed on her day of unattended womanly bliss
The marriage arch twisted with lilies of the valley
Funeral flower the foreshadow to her noose’s tryst

White sacrificial ornament of delicate disillusion
Ophelia for the altar with bruised throat contusions
She was left alone spurned to fall on her own

The leaves of romance dripping morning dew
In the summer wind she blew
Twisted with the breeze dancing above flowers of her final memories

Now the ghost of girls to follow, the lost lovers bereft, hollow
Tying their sorrow in a knot and bending the branch
To sway gentle, in death’s final poetic memento


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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