Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Post(er) wedding

They are married
faces radiant with
hope and dreams
white dresses
black tuxes
innocently honoring
their day and
each other.
I watch, torn between
my joy at
their happiness and
my PTSD horror
of what might come
I was a radiant bride
just a few years ago,
only to discover
the groom
was not who he said
he was.
Not even a 'he',
in his opinion.
There is a
difference between
being on one's 'best'
behavior before the
ceremony and
flat out lying
one's ass off about
some fundamental

Written for NaPo Day Three, "Epathalamion", 4/3/12)

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