the artificial lights of heavens in your hospital bed

sitting there looking pretty

smoking uselessly thin cigarettes

fell asleep on the taped pattern of the ****** scene

twenty-seven stabs

shrunken ribs in filthy sheets

the clergymen sang your name in echoing prayers

your wedding pictures are a horror movie

shotgun once

shotgun twice

does your husband look at you when you wear your satin and lace?

he hasn't seen what i've seen

running away in your gown

forever fantasising of what we could have been

once

twice