Her Wedding Gown

Dripping,
Gushing,
Bloody,
Red.

The white of her
wedding gown, turned
Into a slaughter house,

He could not wipe it
Not now,
Not ever.

There was blood
On the floor,
On his shirt,
And on his hands.

He gulped
And gasped,
Let the tears fall.

It was not possible
She couldn’t leave
Like this..on their wedding day.

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