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.