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Hell or Heaven.

And the blood in between

By Leeza-Bridget CooperPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Spinning, a grand ballroom, clouds of fabric billowing.

"I do".

Candlelight illuminating guests.

The carriage awaits.....

She; panting, screaming, begging...

"I looked him in the eye!"

"I wrestled free, firing everything left in my heart chamber!"

"I yelled; "bastard!"

'My body tripped, fell, incoming horses, hit, trampled on."

"I woke."

"Surrounded, doctors, nurses, machines".

"I stopped yelling, he was gone."

"We were gone."

She; motionless, lifeless, an 18th century statue, a bloody wedding dress, repudiated into hells frozen garden.

Her epiphany; his past was her hell.

Heaven was her future.

By Leeza Cooper

Fantasy

About the Creator

Leeza-Bridget Cooper

Poet, scribe, and conjurer of stories and film; a seeker of nostalgia, the vintage, and the fleeting wonder, shaping words and visions, holding the sacred key to worlds only a true artiste can create.

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  • David Milstein3 years ago

    Interesting i am guess she was being forced to do things she did not want and in breaking away he died and she was terrible wounded?

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