Flowers on the Grave

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How I feel about the indelible Mrs Hughes (nee Plath).

She is my goddess and muse.

Submitted: October 05, 2011

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She taught me to tick,
like a little engine, we both chugged.
One of her towards her bee god,
the other in the path of the shadow man.
And me?
Me towards the sunset mausoleum
to rest my fevered cheeks on the stone cold.
Yes, it seems true.
When I listen for my ba-dum,
I hear her words echoing about between my empty ears
Oh God, was I the one who caught her,
and trapped her, mourning, in a mind she could not bear?
I think I was the end of her -
her statues stand no more.


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