tediocracia

Colour floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The colour of pearl.

In a pit of rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.

The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.

The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.


"Contusion" , Sylvia Plath






Hoje fui tomar café com a Sylvia. Ficou todo o tempo calada, olhou-me nos olhos e disse "menina, há sonhos de néon a derreter dentro de ti"