Sherry Z. // THE ABOMINABLE BRIDE

A bride stands on the ledge of a window,

Pale mouth crimsoned with a wound,

Leaking out an omen of death.

A bride holds an avenging gun,

Blood dyes the ghastly wedding dress scarlet red.

 

Who was in his arms?

Who did he kiss?

Why did he betray me?

 

On a foggy night,

She rises from hellfire’s ashes.

What makes you resurrect?

What makes you chaotic?

 

A bride holds an avenging gun,

Ruby eyes flamed out against the turbid sky.

 

Oh, he is shivering!

Oh, he is a coward!

Oh, he is a traitor!

 

Go!

To! 

Hell!

 

A melancholy bullet racing toward him

Reflects his despairing eyes,

A flaming flower blossoms on his chest.

 

The ominous lycoris looms aside death,

A bridegroom holds a bride’s hand,

Walking into lover’s land.

 

My best wishes.

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