The White Dress

Thump thump thump goes her heart Patter patter patter goes the rain against the cool cement Stomp stomp stomp goes her bare feet Huff huff huff goes her fast breathing She looks back not knowing where he is But then she remembers what she did She remembers the first day they met But the fantasy never stays She remembered the last day she saw him Remembering the white dress on the ground The bruises on her legs And the blood on the sheets After one night There came another And another And another She got tired of the smell Tired of the pain Tired of the bruises Tired of the yelling So she ran Leaving the white dress on the ground It was covered in his blood As he lay there stiff She kissed his forehead Leaving a lipstick stain Put on a satin black dress And left him there to die She got tired of the smell Tired of the pain Tired of the bruises Tired of the yelling So she made it go away…