Familiar Smile - Poem

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 Familiar Smile 

Familiar songs played out.

I can hear them through the walls and weak windows.

Her perfume is chasing me through the vents.

Laughter and glasses clinking echo and fade in the spring air.

I fixate on the vowels that I long ago memorised.

She deserves the best today, and I plan to give her my soul exposed.

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“We are ready to go” the wedding curator says.

The suit feels tighter around my chest.

Walking down the aisle and nodding at my family with sincere joy.

I wanted enter sandman for my walk, but she chose a classic instead.

I don’t mind; I can barely make out the chords through my heartbeat at my ear.

Then that scream broke the veil of warm loving mumbles.

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Chaos and confusion as the scream gets closer.

Someone has been killed; the room falls into panic.

Loved ones check for their immediate and fathers look for daughters.

Frozen in place in confusion, the world seems to tilt.

There she is at the end of the aisle, my wife to be, her day destroyed.

But who has died, where are the bodies.

Her hands are red.

My face goes white.

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Familiar songs played out.

I can hear them through the walls and weak windows.

Her perfume is chasing me through the vents.

Laughter and glasses clinking echo and fade in the spring air.

I fixate on the vowels that I long ago memorised.

She deserves the best today and I plan to give her….this is wrong.

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“We are ready to go”.

This feels wrong, what is happening to me.

The aisle feels tormenting with every step, the faces ghoulish grins from known faces.

The scream sounds out again.

The chaos erupts once more….and there she is.

Stood with sombre grin and hands dripping red.

Keep me here, let me know the reasons.

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Familiar songs played out.

I can hear them through the walls and weak windows.

Her perfume is no longer chasing me, it is taunting me.

Where is my fiancé, my wife to be.

I crash through the doors and knock the overseer to the ground.

Violence has taken control of the day, or days, or weeks.

Her room is here, and the door unlocked.

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She is there smiling back at me, but moans at the intrusion.

I broke tradition for her, but her face is warm with breath.

She looks into the mirror, and I join her gaze there too.

In the reflection I see his face, the man outside the window.

It was his hand that caused these nightmares.

Are they visions or dreams.

He scatters at my stare and flees into the unknown.

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I offered an apology to the wedding official; she put it down to nerves.

The aisle felt uneasy, but the faces seemed softer this time round.

Then the scream hits again.

It stabs my heart alongside it.

Falling to my knees I am swallowed by the panicked horde.

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Familiar songs played out.

I can hear them through the walls and weak windows.

Her perfume is chasing me through the vents.

Laughter and glasses clinking echo and fade in the spring air.

I fixate on the vowels that I long ago memorised.

She deserves the best today and I plan to give her my soul exposed.

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