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The night danced on you On the stone feet that treaded on my teeth, broken and speechless On the pillar-like legs that sneered at my eyes, they feared and bowed On the flat terrain of your torso, back on me, like a king On the vampire arms that gripped my neck, like a lion Stick to its captures (You’d sucked me dry and through.) On the giant shoulders that mystified me into a false belief On the papery lips that once were mine—though ice-cold On the black eyes—oh the eyes of you seem like a deep well of pure darkness. I didn’t survive. (But I poked them blind righteously with Athena’s spear.) I’d forgiven you, for you equally shared the shadows of the moon No. They are not mine. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.251.147.211
hecati:Somehow this is very Plath~ 09/30 22:54