after Sylvia Plath

 

Silence shudders through the room,

yet I find forgiveness, whilst carving

sculpture into my tomb.

 

We love like gargoyles in gloom,

painted grins for hearts bleeding.

Silence shudders through the room.

 

I search for bones and flesh, a womb

to call my own, whilst whittling

sculpture into my tomb.

 

And still I allow you to kiss me, doom

around my throat, tendrils curling.

Silence shudders through the room. 

 

And I wonder how much is left to exhume,

before burying every I love you, each one hewing

sculpture into my tomb.

 

Cut out my beating heart, still in hapless bloom,

professing a love unsung, carving –

silence shudders through the room –

sculpture into my tomb. 

 

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Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

My poetry collections:

Flowers on the Wall UK

Flowers on the Wall US

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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