Tainted hands caresses the ivory body
Fingers entangling in sunshine curls
Crimson lips taste of bitterness
Licking sweet ripples over the skin
Stillness of movement sings a silence
Illuminating the white burial gown
Void is the commitment stain
Leaving purity a noble whore
As a red petticoat spells abortion
With the A sewn upon swollen breast
Falling flight to the feathers of Wrath
As porcelain blues glisten in iridescence
Staring up from the marble table
A toe-tagged Jane Doe then filed
When ashes welcomed the lily child
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This poem was enjoyable. I do get the sense that it was a wedding night; however, is it necessary for the title. I also get the vibe that it was taken from the novel The Scarlett Letter, yes? Then, it begins to come together in the end as well. Instead of choosing colors like red, think of more intense ways to describe such colors. Awesome.
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