The Red, Red, Red Wedding
The Red, Red, Red Wedding
The dent of my palms
The glaze of my fingertips
The red that crackles in the conflagration
Bloodlust for ruby drops pendant from my ears
The crevices on my lips smothered red
Shut up veiled pretty in a dumb charade
Of roses decapacitated on thorns they cradled in their bosom
Words beetle leaves spewed forth in splotches scared into makeshift patterns of order upon ghaghras that scream filthy rich.
Galaxies of sequins that sparkle with blinding light
Marigold garland chains that gnaw at my skin with vicious ferocity.