My Peaceful Bride

Girl in the white dress dead.
Silver knife.
Red wrists.
Frustration made of simple mistake.

Her wedding gown.
Lace & long & oh so beautiful.
Her pale skin.
Perfect sleep.

A single tear as silence held.
Music plays, piano keys.
Disaster through song’s repeat.

Her cherry lips
Expensive prostitution.
Suicide?
Or murdered love?

Upon this chair the white man sees.
Looks over body.
Sensual lust? Or ego bruised?

Her pretty face. How young was she?
I held her hand, & now the knife.
Scarlet stains, sticky fingers lost in blood.
Who ended the dream she shared?

A final thought. Her pretty body.
Which cut came first?
Her failed desire or my expectation?
Lover lost, angel died. Solemn grief in human lust.

~ I play a song, the cave is dark, I see this scene within my mind.  Maybe it’s just how all things end.

© Ed Simkins

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