White Dress
A dress
A wedding
A white wedding
A white dress is something that the woman cannot wear
It is stained with blood
Blood of innocence lost
Taken rather
She is unable to stare into the eyes of her groom to be without the want to unearth
Unearth the obscure masculinity of a man
A man whose everyday lust snatched away the soul
The soul of a young girl looking to him for protection
Protection from the very seed that he planted within her being
Being the very monster than she once searched for under her bed
There he was in her bed
On top of her
This woman stands wanting to wear a white dress
A dress that she cannot wear because it's drenched in water
Water from tears unseen unmasked
Buried deep within her soul
Never brought out by emotion
Emotion was a figment of her imagination
Imagination was a far fantasy
Fantasy was everyday reality
Reality was nothing much
Just. LIke. Her. Tears.
There stood a woman with a little girl inside
A little girl gone unseen unheard and unsolved
You cannot tell me that the little girl isn't still there
There wanting to be part of something
Something that does not include a mother's voice "You lying little whore!"
Something that does not include her father's lust "You be quiet and I'll take it easy. Besides no one would believe you."
Something that didn't have to lead to "I believe you big sister. I saw daddy myself but mommy just doesn't understand."
You cannot tell me that the little girl isn't there
Wanting to be seen
You cannot tell me that the little girl isn't there
Needing to be heard
You will not tell me that the little girl isn't that woman
A dress
A wedding
A white wedding
A white dress
She wore it that day
Bloody and wet
She wasn't the woman
She was the little girl
The little girl finally was seen heard and discovered