The wedding veil is slipping
off of alabaster skin and onto cold ground,
rose lips part, and it is through this system
that he destroys what's left of her.
A subtle scarf makes the blindfold,
and he's stolen her control-
watched it fly out the window,
in this most perfect moment of sin.
Acceptance was all she asked for,
before she handed him the key
the one that lead to her heart-
the one I thought was meant for me.
A single bell announces what I do not accept-
it sings of things I never wanted to hear,
much less be the witness.
These foreign emotions sting ungraciously,
as I watch the coffin go-
Knowing I must wait here silently
as death takes his toll.
Author notes
Word bank.
A contest entry
- ~Options~ by Dead Hair.
625 points, ended December 16, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Acceptance was all she asked for,
before she handed him the key
the one that lead to her heart-
the one I thought was meant for me.
I absolutely love that stanza. You described death in such a haunting way, and your word choice was very fitting. Well done!
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