The white behind his smile revealed as his lips curl like the dried out peels of an orange
Chest like a cage confining a hummingbird jacked on nectar
Mind like a squirrels burrow before the first frost of winter
“My true love“ the statue whispered as his bride to be slowly floated down the isle towards him like a ghost on rollerblades
Her reflection eerily stoic in his eyes as he generously presents the only key to his earthly sustenance
She accepts it
Darkness even still behind her cold eyes, cloaked as she sold him a utopian future
He prays sanguinely her hands keep warm and hold gently this gift for eternity as was promised
Shortly there after
She nonchalantly tosses it in her bedazzled pouch where it squishes around with the countless other ventricles she’d been entrusted.
He dies.. metaphorically.