Saturday, June 13, 2009

A Marriage

Italy? Orange Hue? Antique building?
A church.
A marriage.
Where was the groom?
Another came, took me by the hand and asked. I couldn't. Despite strong urges telling me to. Telling me to run away with this stranger.
Where was the groom?
I found him in a room with another woman.
He was planning on marrying us both.
Bastard.
She held his child.
I took off in a rocket ship.
Hello stranger.