if white is the color of innocence,
then why am I wearing it?

lace like silk hangs in folds from her shoulders
dripping innocence like the melting clocks
and she stands before him all smiles
hands caught up in the fabric

when he comes to her his fingers melt the lace
to
the
ground.

and she shivers
all the while hearing the tick-tock in her ears
"i love him... right?"