The Most Wonderful Day



Dawn's sun flamed in the sky.
She was awake all night,
Pondering.
Felt tired, felt sick. Excited, but
Why today?
Draped the veil over her head gently,
Like gauze to an open wound,
A sore spot.
Stormed all night; Rain
And hailstones slammed against her window,
Like a horse's hooves on asphalt.
Exhausted.
Put on the wicked gown, clipped all the clips.
Whale bone etched into her body, lines
Like razor blades in clay.
Tugged up her white laced stockings
With her long, sharp, blood-covered claws.
Pierced them.
Heard the Liar downstairs
Laughing, happy,
Unknowingly mocking
The happiest day of her life.



T. Willsie -- 1990




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