Plath





Plath


I found life mixed
among the colors of death

My love amid violent reds
of empty lyrics

No one knows the loud speaker
they hear is my heart

There is a stone extending
its arms to embrace

the burning moss of my breath
Nobody sees me riding naked

on the warm spine
and emery of metaphors

when silence shoots me
in the mouth

and horror vomits
my bloody light

with the crushed skulls
of my dreams.

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