Above (clockwise from top left): Skull with insect, Graffiti wall, Girl with flowers – by Tim Walker, Interior with red detailAbove (clockwise from top left): Spray cans, Undressing, Nosebleed, Rose quartz geode
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep! –
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
— Sylvia Plath