All the Blood Floated Away Into Their Faces

You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,
A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree
Balding, gelded by lightning an illusion,
And a sky like a pig's backside

All the blood flow into their faces
They looked mad but I wasn't wrong
All the blood flowed out till they face it

An utter lack of attention
But right now you are dumb
And I love your stupidity
The blind mirror of it I look in
And find no face but my own, and you think that's funny
It is good for me
To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung
One day you may touch what's wrong
The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush
Till then your smiles are found money

Just believe me
I know I've been saying
You think that I'm crazy
I know what I believe in
Know what I, know what I believe in

You can't prove nothing, hm



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Writer(s): Sylvia Plath
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