Freezer Bride - horror

In your basement, the cold seeps in,

Wrapping me tight, like original sin.

The echoes of sermons still haunt the air,

Whispered promises of a place "better there."

"Don't talk to strangers," my mother would say,

But you were the stranger who led me astray.

A freezer bride, in your hands divine,

I became the sacrifice, your sweet bovine.

You're so handsome, a wolf in disguise,

Your smile a dagger, your touch a lie.

I tried to be good, but what did it mean,

When goodness is lost in a violent dream?

With my memory reduced to a polaroid glare,

Evidence of love twisted into despair.

I just wanted to be yours, was that so wrong?

To belong, even when I didn’t belong.

My mother will see me, her milk carton ghost,

Her prayers unanswered, her heart the cost.

But here in your attic, I am your muse,

Euphoric in the pain that I didn’t choose.

You're so handsome when you devour me whole,

A stranger I love, who swallowed my soul.

Am I no good? Does my ghost make you sick?

Am I the ache you can’t unpick?

I waited, I hoped, I lingered in pain,

For the scraps of your love, like a moth in the flame.

Mama, I love you, but here’s where I’ll stay,

In this strange delight, as the light fades away.

So when you see me, don’t cry for the cost,

I never blamed him for what I lost.

I found him, Mama, and I made it far,

A polaroid memory, bound to his scar.