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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