A Moment She’ll Never Get Back
He waited at the end of
narrow aisle
atop of the
narrow aisle
atop of the
Altar. Black tuxedo,
crisp white shirt,
and bowtie, crooked like his
crisp white shirt,
and bowtie, crooked like his
Personality. She in pure silk,
hand sewn and adorned by
a human hand, waited
behind thick oak doors
hand sewn and adorned by
a human hand, waited
behind thick oak doors
in the church corridor.
A blast of air from the doors
swinging open sent her veil
into her face. Incense and the fragrance of
Tiger Lillies swept through,
up her nostrils that were tucked behind
a layer of tulle. Her father
A blast of air from the doors
swinging open sent her veil
into her face. Incense and the fragrance of
Tiger Lillies swept through,
up her nostrils that were tucked behind
a layer of tulle. Her father
next to her, raised his arm
elbow pointed – her cue
to lock her flowerless hand
around his wrist. Music,
elbow pointed – her cue
to lock her flowerless hand
around his wrist. Music,
Eyes and flashes, whispers
attacked the girl, each step
closer appearing longer in time,
attacked the girl, each step
closer appearing longer in time,
shorter in distance. Enough
time to convince herself.
time to convince herself.
Mary Jane Mircovich - 2010
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