Kind of gory, what do you think?
Wrestling on the bed,
laughing.
You pin her easily.
She stares at you breathlessly,
lips inches away,
teasingly quivering.
You slowly lower your mouth to hers.....
Two boys, one girl,
beautiful children,
run into the room
and beg you not to hurt mommy.
You rise and smile at them and say,
"I won't, I promise."
You propose.
In front of all your friends,
your family.
On one knee, you declare your undying love.
She's shocked and amazed.
Tears brimming, she nods yes.
A week before the wedding,
she comes home,
roses grasped in one hand.
Your sick,
she goes to you
and sees you're not alone.
Blood rushes to her face,
tears to her eyes.
You tumble and toss.
You turn and stare in horror
as the roses,
blinding white,
fall to the floor.
You make her leave,
whoever she is,
and go to your beautiful bride.
She's in your room,
by the dresser;
back turned to you
she wipes her tears away.
You go to her.
Try to explain.
She listens silently and turns when you're done.
Her eyes, still wet, stare up at you
and she smiles and nods.
Hope brims in your heart.
You bring her into your arms
and swear you won't do it again.
She nods and her arms close around you.
She pulls away and looks up
into your eyes,
and knows you mean it.
She smiles breathtakingly and
raises her hand as if to stroke your hair,
but through the mirror you see,
a glinting knife clutched in your bride's hand.
As she brings it down,
you remember your solemn swear,
"I won't, I promise."
On the wedding date,
she appears,
holding red tinted roses,
in her blood soaked wedding dress
and fulfills her task
as the Bloody Bride.
