Work Text:
I stand beneath a flowery arch
The flowers are crimson
And the arch is black
And the ring is like a prison
You stand ahead of me
Face adorned in an opaque veil
Holding a bouquet
And it is filled with knives
With every vow you make
A knife digs deeper
Until the bouquet is empty
And all that’s left is blades
Dig into my blackened heart
