The wedding(edited)

Cradled in his foots arch
she sheathed noir
readying herself to
ascend the dreaded wedding march

two days and 16months
she peeped, pried
prayed, peered
from under, between the fibres of his sock
fed on fingers
bitten to stump
cobweb smiles
dust pink skin

something rotted belligerently;
she offered rewards
for her backbones return
small pieces lost
each time he paced
the worn red church carpet
in apathetic anticipation

The moment
pain stakingly loomed
spectre bride
slipped down now
to the ball of his foot
melded to soft tissue
lacerating the final touches

pewter veil fashioned of lace carbon fiber
silver garter crafted of stone shackles
she needed no shoes
for she wore his
something borrowed, something blue.....
a bitten out proposal
kisses bestowed from thorns
eyes that seeped skeletons

He took her into his palm
crushed her gently
placing the remnants upon his shoulder
she rode there down the isle