• lunaticsilvers 9w

    tulips

    (after Plath)

    I'm no stranger to wounds-
    that glistens red
    all over my fingertips
    and palms
    whilst holding roses.
    although, my eyes, they seek
    something unfamiliar-
    for a home
    with extra room
    that could engulf
    all that overwhelms me.

    during the times I read Plath,
    I know that she
    had done 'it' twice,
    before the last time
    'it' lasted.
    and I, am no lady
    Lazarus,
    I adore tulips.
    and I seek a religion
    in these poems.

    -A// rather passive aggressive.

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