Arianne Bungay Poet I do not know?

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…

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Lena Townsend April 9, 2009 at 6:36 AM Wow, sad and powerful write. It would make a great beginning to a novel. Well done. Smiles from Lolita

James Marshall Goff April 9, 2009 at 5:54 AM I sense an emptyness, almost like the beginning of a novel! am I right Arianna? jmg