The bride blushes
because her flesh is transparent.
What happens when her flesh
becomes
opaque?
Their words are written
under the visible skin.
The part where it is tender,
where the callus
covers.
They took the place
of where you should be,
my darling.
I filled that space
before it was time.
Virginity is black and white
but I know better.
Pure is my flesh
but not my heart.
My heart is stained.
Dear God,
If you are my groom
and I your bride
is my veil
white?
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