Ouroboros

[John]

Wedding vows recited beneath a hostile sun, sweat beads pouring down bride and groom, promises to hold and cherish, promises to love in times of sickness and health, promises to remain together until death. Promises...ambassadors of good intention paving the way to hell and heartbreak. Golden rings placed on sweetbread appendages, backs stiffen and a kiss is exchanged among  tears and small smiles of approval.

Hold your applause, save your tissues for a later date, for no ring can contain an appetite for carnal knowledge or a wandering eye that thinks of someone else, deep rooted desires of the flesh already spreading like ivy on a fence over these recently blessed rings.

Save your tears for the sleepdrunk nights of abuse. Save your tears for the endless neon glitter of the city bars where women with blackberry stem legs call from quiet corners oozing seduction from candlelit crotches and red silk encased tongues, luring husbands whose chastity withers before their pithless hands that destroy families and give birth to the widow.

[Ron. Lavalette]

Harrowing and, sadly, probably all too accurate appraisal of wedded bliss.

[Angela]

Kind of hard to read, but in the best way.  Very authentic and angry/sad, I think.  Well written, as I have come to expect.  The "blackberry stem legs" was a very interesting phrase, and I am pondering that image.

[Kristine_ES]

ugh...woah... give birth to the widow.... wow!

[Jamie Hogan]

Wow. And in a damn good way.