The Hollow

The night is as white
as a rib pulled from my side
with you and I tucked in the hollow.

I'll drink all your wine
and blush at the signs
of the love that will soon turn to sorrow.

The door was left wide
for this child bride
you did not have to beg, steal, or borrow.

With your eyes like knives
and your heart full of pride
I know I'll be dead by tomorrow.

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