Burning Bride

Burning bride.
Lying about the hours.
Cast in plaster,
now disoriented.
Unseeing.
Unfeeling.
Frozen eyes.
Hoping she doesn't
regret what just happened.
Tested.
Measured.
Photographed.
From fingernails
to fantasies.
She doesn't have
a suitcase,
but perhaps she'll end up
in a maze of delights.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Thanks for sharing. I read a few of your poems. There is good imagery, but they make me feel dumb. I'm having trouble understanding what you are saying.