Girl in the White VeilMature

“She said you were married once, weren’t ch’ya?”

“Yes…when I was quite young…”

“Yeah, what happened?”

“The boy…the boy died…”

 

Where is that dastardly man?

My bastard of a husband

Done with his epic fornications.

Get me my bourbon!

 

Rip this goddamn veil off me

Does he think the altar is scary?

I don’t want him anymore

Love me

Love hate

Hate love

It’s my wedding day, motherfucker

The End

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