Chokolaate
The Young Bride
Pink blush of
Veil and gown
Obscuring,
The pallor of
Stiff flesh. Church
Bells sound for the dead.
Not the living.
Heart- wrenching
Lament.
Gaping wails
Mingling.
In the storm
Of static
She drifts. Quiet.
By Savindri Ferdinando
