this one's for sylvia plath
My beach weekend was kind of nice. Quiet.
But it seems I'm trapped under my own Bell Jar...
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
Contusion
Sylvia Plath
From the inside, everything looks distorted.
But it seems I'm trapped under my own Bell Jar...
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
Contusion
Sylvia Plath
From the inside, everything looks distorted.