Is insistent—
Is a promise to run
Together towards similar ends.
White dresses
Clutter empty rows.
Marriage is sorry—
Marriage is white rocks on beaten shore.
Marriage,
That reckless ending.
Which was once the machine,
A gentle ogre in the room.
I do!
Its withered battle cry,
Dull blades for arms,
Concrete hospitals for legs.
Wedding.
It walks for me.
It waits for me.
You my faded shield—
The force that blinds.
You can’t know it’s there.
It’s coming for me next—
I’ll be nowhere.
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