On his honor I took the hand
offered in honest oath
I thought
I scanned the crowd gathered
to see only plain
faces indulged in wrath
no wedding this day
no sweet words of love
no way to please his passion
only down dirty despots of deceit
debauchery
and death
the latter the matter of fact
yes, instead of bouquets and rings
and reception
I lay my head upon the cold wood headrest
and in
one
two
three
seconds time
the slide of the steel
as it kissed my neck
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Dark and gritty. Creepy, but I like creepy.
ReplyDeleteGreat job. Loved the imagery and darkness of it.
ReplyDeletePhew, I can feel it!
ReplyDeleteLove how true an oxymoron the last two lines are. It's scary
ReplyDeleteAwesome as usual Ande.
ReplyDeleteYou totally got me in. That ending, I don't have words to describe it.
ReplyDeletegyrating on its own steam of oath
ooooh there is something more gruesome than marriage!
ReplyDeletegreat eerie tale
Oooh, that gave me gooseflesh! Very shadowy and eerie.
ReplyDeleteThe slide of the steel as it kissed my neck
ReplyDeleteSuperb
~Harsha
Ooooh, a dark one!
ReplyDeletecreepy ending
ReplyDeleteI ventured down to the 806. Great stuff. And just so you know your pic is up at my blog.
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