Ghost Bride
Windswept, moonless night, heavy, dark and bleak
delicate lace brushed slow against my cheek
ghostly eyes blank, moaned haunting solemn riffs
shivered hard inside, as she drifted craggy cliffs.
Vintage satin, wedding veil, left a bloody trail
bloody lips wailed, cried out in great travail
satin skin, porcelain, crumbled into stone
whispered words of doom to a ghostly, cursed groom.
Ghost bride, corpse bride, bony fingers clutched
old laces’ strangled touch, ‘round my neck, crunch
death’s cocoon, deathly strangle, suffocating cries
‘til dawn came alive, saved by welcome sunrise.
10/13/2021
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2021
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