She Moved In

 should she blame the bloom of blood
stained droplets on the white sheets
because it did not cover a wedding bed
t'was a night not lighted with blushing cheeks

should she point fingers at them
those that judged the unholy communion
should she blame the law of the cross
that sentenced her to eternal hell

shame on the wanton abandon
shame on the itch still waiting
for more of hot fluid sins
made her sign the papers

she had her very own comforter
that wrapped her eagerly in adventures
feeding the ever burning needs
between the damp soiled blankets

she checked into her own prison
tied in gold with a handsome man
Adonis with hard fists and harder feet
loose belts and frenzied loving

blooms of blood on soiled sheets
blue blossoms around her eyes
she held the key
Could she ever leave....

*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
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