Tulle of Flay

so spills the blood
onto that shopfront wedding dress
spoiling its delicate bodice,
the sequins unravel
the lace loosens
the straps unfasten –
slapping her right cheeked dreadful expression,
soft tulle severed at the knee
gently falling from the flaying human
who pulls out her hair in clumps,
pins unhinging from her scalp
a veil sliding from her skull
revealing nothing but chipped bone
those high cheekbones cut glass
and those yellow teeth detach,
standing on the edge of the railing,
the lonely footbridge, traffic flowing.

Nothing was left but her satin shoes
lying beneath where she had stood,
almost forgotten
except for her ashes
choking the lungs of the lovers who passed by.


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