Nightmarriage

it's my best friends wedding day there goes the bouquet her attire is entirely striking his cloth gets a scoff "I do." my hands consume "I do." rage is the room "you may kiss the bride." there goes my mind where? i can't say where but it hides i... am...not... okay with... this... i've splattered my dress the colour has me obsessed what a mess i digest I tie the knot around his neck now, she's gotta love me best the life is spewing out of him he fares limb his fingers will be torn apart from the Earth that ring will not be his my best friends wedding is today i throw the bouquet