Death’s Bride

First Line from Angela Morgan’s In Spite of War:
“In Spite of War, In Spite of Death”

Death’s Bride

In the cold night, there is only the heat from her lips in
spite of the chill, she smiles with some form

of delight, as the curl of her hair whips in the wind—a
war of tangles around her face, her teeth bleached

in the moonlight. As her eyes sparkle, mischief maybe? Her
spite is terrifying as she was “once upon a time” beautiful

of all the graves in all the world, some skeleton named
Death thought she was too beautiful to die

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