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Friday, May 05, 2006
colour floods to the spot, dull purple
the rest of the body is all washed out
the colour of pearl
in a pit of 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
one of sylvia plath s final poem before she gassed herself
tone of futility n resignation
images of doom n death
total withdrawal from humanity
death associated w defeat rather than rebirth
u say u dun feel the same for her anymore
and nw ur holdin her hand?
minahlian
- 10:15 PM
