Little Black Dress
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I've waited for this day for years,
bought myself a little black dress,
did up my hair - now it's a mess,
mascara colliding with tears.
Poisoned, boiling emotions seethe
with uncontrollable sobbing.
This ache in my head is throbbing;
chest so tight I can barely breathe.
Our seventh anniversary
of marital bliss strong and rich.
We sailed through seven years - no itch!
We'd toast sweet two-part harmony.
My loving, attentive mister
went off to dress, whistling our song.
Then, wondering why he took so long,
found him in bed with my sister.
// Inspired by the photo shown here, plus the sad scene in the 'Frida' film where Friday Kahlo finds her husband sleeping with her sister //
written 8 Aug 2020
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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