Covenant

A WNW Poem

She masks her body

to perpetuate virginity,

accept this bride into the union

before her time is up.

A secret festers under the beautiful lace,

ten years ago she thought that she was in love

and sacrificed herself

under the weight of a night in June.

Wax drips down the altar candles,

she stands before everyone she has ever known,

God and her family,

holding hands with her future,

hope muttering in the back of her chapel- mind.

Accept me, accept me, accept me.

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The Word Not World Series (WNW) is an interactive anthology where, once a week, I share a photo and peers give me words that inspired them. The requests are listed below:

“Bride,” was from Tara on FB.

“Beauty,” was from Barb on FB.

“Mask,” was from Myles on IG.

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Artwork by Amas Verdâtre.