Prompt: "Take the words of every first line of every poem you've had a prompt and make a new poem out of them." - Chris Fratz
Our Epithalamium
oh grace suffocated long ago
by whiskey and coals and war
and i am redeemed by
a wedding ring
so let's go prepare, for
there's news and you know
i am saved of my will
for its sacred pact: “yes”
oh love, she's
always breaking brighter than
my bright broken bones,
now a white powder
mark its words and force
it was for remembrance, and
sometimes i remember all we got:
burnt creatures and a breaking god
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