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