She's pulling out the pin. That lets her hair fall down. She shakes her head and. It goes tumbling. Her smile was out of place. So she swept it off her face. Let me find the words and say them. Like some softly whispered Amen. As she starts to pull away. And the lights begin to dim. Is she thinking of me. Or is she thinking of him. She's pulling out the pin. She's slipping off the hook. Unbuttoning her dress. There's just enough to make some man a mess. She tears away the veil. With her fingernails. She came out high and kicking. While the band played "Hey good lookin'". Do you hear something ticking?. Did somebody tell her?. You can really be redeemed. Could she actually be?. As desperate as she seems. She's tearing at the seams. She's going to extremes. Nobody told her it was a sin. So she's pulling out the pin. She's taping up her hands. Just as a boxer will. They started laughing. But if looks could kill. She'd take them down right now. She's covering her mouth. With someone or without. There's nothing more to say. This is her wedding day. Full of shattered glass and mayhem. Not one softly whispered amen. She's knocking down some doors. And the smoke begins to fill. Where the world without her ends. And the next one begins. She's pulling out the pin