purified dress

your wedding dress waits
in the garden with the
overgrown grass and the
giant dandelions

your wedding dress was to be
the last clothing you would
willing don and then the end,
our end would be brought
together in the glorious
ceremony of ending
you said it’s what you wanted

your wedding dress waits for you
to give up your hedonistic ways
and recommit to the loving
ceremony of marriage and ending

eternity awaits us
but your dress won’t last forever
come to me in the moonlight
and we can still
be purified

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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