Contusion
by Sylvia Plath
Contusion
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The color of pearl.
The rest of the body is all washed out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow the whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
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