A very literal take on this line from "Fake Palindromes"
Until Death Do Us Part
Soft lips on my cheek woke me, and I found myself staring up her.
“I want you know that this was the happiest day of my life.” She smiled sweetly before turning to the tray of instruments beside her.
She bustled around the table in her white gown; the train dragged across the basement floor, gathering grime. I tried to call out to her, but my cries were muffled by the duct tape.
“I just want to preserve this moment,” she said as she inserted the IV.
The formaldehyde filled my veins the way Mendelssohn’s Wedding March filled the chapel.
Elizabeth's story
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