Sylvia Plath- Poppies in July

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  • I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
  • Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red like the skin of a mouth.
  • A mouth just bloodied. Little bloody skirts!
  • Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules.
  • If I could bleed. or sleep! If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
  • But colourless. Colourless.