Torn

The form is a Ghazal… well a loose semblance

That body, seams fail to contain, tumultuous
lust burning through the dress you wore to senior prom

A life started, stunted, an over-mortgaged home
dreams burning with the dress you wore to senior prom

Joyful idea to many, last wish of hers to
be one burned in the dress you wore to senior prom

Regrets everlasting, fuck, no going back now
I remember that dress you wore to senior prom