Something Black & Blue
I wore bruises to my wedding.
No dress.
I wore my blood as chains around my wrists.
I wore a pregnant belly and dark circles beneath my eyes.
I wore my hopelessness like a scarlet letter.
I wore my white flag of surrender.
I wore ink on paper as a prison cell.
Or at least that’s how it felt.
All I know is that there was never any dress.
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