Dark trousseau (something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue)

From shadows, secrets bearing its receipt
the palest skin, pained porcelain
 hopes, that hurt would not repeat
to hide the cracks her heart had borne
blood stained underwear
that was tied to trauma`s thorns
its lace- just oh so slightly frayed
borrowed amber stones, that hide the flaws
hidden deep but they still gnaw
the patina of old mistakes
blue bruising worn and faded slow
grey painted white, but its all fake
memories darkened with a touch of indigo
white veil and milk fresh silk
the dark trousseau, hiding that unburdened guilt