Watching the Sharks
I know it is my wedding day
but I need to study the sharks a bit longer
Her mother left her then.
Her sister kept harping for a bit
Eventually wandering away too
What am I getting into? She asked the sharks.
Is he a good man, or will the evil side come out?
She had a friend whose husband turned into an abuser
The sharks swam past at a leisurely pace
She stood there for a long time, communing
They answered her in the best way they could.
I am ready, she told her father.
Are we going up the aisle or out the back door? He asked.
She loved him so, he knew her better than all the others.
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