Dressed in Blood

A young girl named Anna

One day, grew tired

Of the rags she was given

She longed for a dress,

Of the finest silk

And the brightest color

However, her parents

Simply would not have it,

Preferring to spend the money

On petty entertainment

One day, Anna grew tired

Of this meager life she lived,

And in her heart, she still yearned

For a dress of her own

She didn't have the finest materials,

Or the most exotic colors,

But Anna had herself

Instead of silk or satin,

She decided to don

The scarlet red

Of her own virgin blood

Soon, Anna's body

Was wrapped in crimson,

The thick liquid covering

Every pale inch of flesh,

A garment that would never wash away

As her life slowly faded,

Anna merely smiled,

A manic giggle leaving her lips

Finally, it was hers

The finest, most beautiful dress