Cliche in Contrast

Drifting- seeking- lost, forever. Her breath
held still, shallow paradox, tears fall hot
staining white satin and lace. He departs,
the distance measured in light years. Ersatz
affection given a bloom, a title,
donned like armor, she sees only target.
Once bruised and battered, she, never idle,
clutching blade, white frosting knuckles. Extant
wrath floods, thin veil falls, arms gone numb, shaking
as whispered prayers, rancid breath, hot in ear.
It raises hair, casts cold sweat. Past painting
vivid dreamscapes in woken life, she fears
the tortured dead of old Poveglia
recall the bride, haunted father slayer.

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