A Dress, A Mask, and Boodshed

This chapter explains the male and female getting ready stating what they believe will happen at the ball.

I look in the mirror and wonder why I'm going
Wearing what I am
Seeing what I see
I can feel the pins pushing into my scalp
Warning maybe of the horrors that are to come
My dress is beginning to suffocate me
Squeezing me tighter
Trying to tell me
Trying to stop me
The rose on my vanity
So pure and white
With its thorns protruding
Holding a tear of my blood to show victory
It whispers there may be more than that tonight
Yet, I don't want to listen
I feel as though I'd rather go
I know that my lover will be right next to me
Keeping me safe and warm
Holding onto my mask I can see
Truly see
I'm changing and I don't think I will like who I'm about to be



I've tried my hardest to look like him tonight
The same clothes
The same feelings
But not yet the same "exact" look
Staring at the mirror I can see her
I know my plans for tonight
She is changing even now
Fear is creeping in
I do not know how she can feel it
But she can
Let him soothe her for now
Let her escape those fears
For I want to be the one who makes them return
I want to feel them rushing back into her
Watch her double over
Like the blood that will want to pour out of her veins
Have death overcome her
To help her go as she wanted
Let her world stop turning
Yet, let ours spin a little fast from my joy
They're ready to leave now
My guests will be arriving shortly
The night must go on...
With my mask
No one will know it's me
So little will be seen
Only my lips
My teeth
My smile and my laugh
Will be noted tonight