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Unhappy Marriages (Free verse) by Caducus
The asphyxiation of marriage
owned by leaves and wax.
Free spirits caged on a pedestal.
Ornaments routinely touched..
Some take their darkness to neon,
Masque's conceal Mummies
buried with treasures when they lived
touch them and you're cursed.
Those who wake by shells,
sleep as squandered pearls.
Treasures once held now buried inside
by weight of salt from oval tide.
Find in others what was lost,
and truth removes its veil
revealing your life's a lie
"you may kiss the bride".
Marriage is white lies in white frocks
a must have accessory
with twice sang hymns
and rarely seen Aunties
stuffing their face with pastry.
I am married to God
he cheats on me each day
but I love each dawns gold ring he gives
and that is why I stay.