Tighten the high collar of your wedding dress
try not to think of it as a noose.
Restrained, restrained, quiet,
bursting at the seams of a thin, defenseless little figure.
Your hair is arranged in perfect
little curling ringlets of sandpaper blonde.
Smile now, dear, who wants to look like a corpse on their wedding day?
Hands run over the slight curve of waist and hips
you've always been your own until now.
dark night thoughts slide insidiously
Slick on the lipstick
red like blood and not appropriate
for pure virginal wedding white
but when has he ever treated you like something pure?
If he's going to trap you
might as well kick and scratch a little.
Or maybe more than a little.
Kitten teeth flash in the mirror.
He won't know what's coming to him.