sylvia, winter 1962

She contemplated
death as coolly as the opening
of a lotus.

Its light spread on
her mad-locked smile
drained of
his mournful red –
the unfinished smears
of butter
on lips on
toast.

 

Artwork by Aleksej Daniel Djermanovic, “Lady Lazarus – Sylvia Plath”

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