The Bride

13 Jan

I gave my lover chocolate–

a licking stick of melty goodness.

 

He placed it in his back pocket,

sitting down upon my chair.

 

The warmth,

melting the molded face of the lollipop.

 

That was once the wretch,

born of Frankenstein.

 

A nameless face–

how literal.

 

Copyright © Kacy Muir

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2 Responses to “The Bride”

  1. ethelthedean January 14, 2013 at 4:08 pm #

    Brilliant. x

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