Bride

He’s giving me

My own one.

My own doll

To dress up.

Waiting is overrated.

 

When I went in

A girl in the nude

Waited for me.

Her hair was long

And red, bright.

 

Her waist was thin,

Like a Barbie’s. Perfect

Breasts. Pouty lips.

I caressed her long,

Luxious legs.

 

I’ll use you for my first.

I stared down at her

Frightened face.

Dominatus approached me.

She’s your first, so she’s your

Bride.

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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