Blood and Marriage
I’ve been deafened by the same bells that married us,
The sun shone on my ring and blinded me forever,
Moths weaved through my dress while I was still clutching the flowers,
That petals swam off of, as I chucked it behind,
The buffet’s gone stale now, digested or left,
The plastic horseshoes have snapped like leaves on a clover,
That cake tasted awful, but none was left in the end,
My garter slid down to my ankles unlike my knickers that night,
The wine poured like red waterfalls, consistent and rough,
The best man’s speech filled me with anger and doubt,
And the bridesmaids were much prettier than me that day,
Their dresses were short, while they carried my train,
And the look in your eyes as I stumbled up to you,
Was vague and the corner of my eye seemed to stare,
The erection in your boxers was for them, not for me,
It was easy to say yes, disappointing to say no,
In my head I was already planning the divorce,
While you eyed up the women I chose to be there,
You drank too much Rose, I was left all alone,
With the bouquet in the hotel room for company,
You crawled back in the morning, it’s been the same ever since,
We had children who learnt to walk before you did,
I obsessed, collected books on the law and divorce,
I hid them in my lingerie drawer; no-one looks there anymore,
It got serious, I turned to the likes of the Wests,
Killers with more passion than we ever shared,
Sadistic compassion, all I had was a sink,
Full of dirty plates and a knife I could stab him with,
I started to notice things, even a clothes peg could do it,
If I put it over his nose while I kiss him goodnight,
A bullet full of love, at its absolutely best,
I left him with a crimson corsage on his chest.
Danyel Faddes
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