Tomorrow,
in a church filled with flowers and clenched smiles
they’ll all come together for the secret hating of the groom.
Over pie,
the family share their hopes for their daughter
to get away from him, but she’s already gone.
Earlier,
he dragged her out before dessert
the car ride home, he rattles, berates, degrades.
In hours,
she’ll say, “I do” over the inner thoughts of every person in the room.
Forever,
hold your peace at the secret hating of the groom.
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