Corpse to be Wed.

   I stand. Wedding dress long, and white. My skin is blue with lack of oxygen and moonlight. This is the night I've been waiting years, six dark feet underground, for. Vows singing endlessly in my worm eaten mind, decaying but vigorously thinking... waiting.
   When I was a child I dreamed of dresses and rings and priests and isles, ever yearning but as all small girls must- waiting. Someday our dream would become a reality, with luck and a few kisses, a ring and a stance, all of us would have our happily ever after. All of my friends that I'd dreamed of marriage with, had their weddings- but I, who dreamed the most and the hardest, did not.
   Jealousy and anger leaves me at a loss for words, for every murder victim misses something that they didn't get out of life before their killer's knives kissed them farewell. As an example- I missed my wedding. The one thing I woke up every morning knowing I was one day closer to. But I never would have gotten out of bed all those wasted days to color and play, if I knew that it all would end, with the simple stroke of a blade, before anything would ever please me.
   To the other girls weddings seemed a distant but desirable dream, but to me it was so much more. I wanted it with a passion. I awoke from dreams of ceremony's with the smells and songs still taunting me. That redundant horribly beautiful song...
   I had a dress that fit me loose, and I loved its veil and lace. I wore it out one night because I couldn't sleep with the thinkings of my ever eternal haunting- weddings.
   The  trees reached out to take my hand in holy matrimony and the wind sang the song I always hummed. Life was simply grand, with the isle opening before me and the groom waiting at the end. Everything I'd always wanted awaited me in the woods that stretched foggily out before my bare six year old feet. But little did I know that also within the wonderful woods, besides my game of pretend, also my death waited. Sweat pouring and blade barred.
   His breath was hot on my little bride's neck before I realized he was there. He struck as my mouth, stopped in saying my vows, popped in a round frightened "O". I didn't have time to think of escape, hid rath was upon me and my life was then upon his back, my body upon the foggy woodland ground.
   And that's where I've been. I don't know for how long. But it feels like each day is a thousand weddings missed as my sadness drenches and kills the roots around my shallow grave. But today is the day. I can feel it in my bones.
   I stand. Wedding dress long, and white. I feel the moonlight as I haven't for so long... I am to be wed today. Where is my groom?
   He was a child when I was a child and we both would chase songs in the breeze. His name was Tommy and he promised we'd marry, and today- should be the day.
   Where is my groom...?
   Here comes the bride,
   But where is the groom?