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.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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