teeth sunk into the flesh
of a lover,
white dress, pure.
crimson, like roses,
like blood
both intoxicating;
sweet, sickly
eyes blazing,
like fire.
raging with hatred
that fills the heart of
a broken down soul
the promises that were made,
abandoned, like the lover
you left at the alter
( “i do” , as love spews, with blood
out of the wounds
that your hands claw at)