Installation by L. Bourgeois, 1999-2000
Trapped in a white dress of crochets I step forward to hold his thick arm.
I am offered the blush apple tartness, served on a silver hook.
I take a small bite. Juices trickle down my chin onto the bleached lace of my bridal dress
stains of blood.
Poison seeping through all inside my veins. He gently lays me down into the crystal coffin.
Our marriage bed.