Edge

The woman is perfected. 
Her dead 

Body wears the smile of 
accomplishment, 
The illusion of a Greek necessity 
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

“Edge” 5/2/1963 - Sylvia Plath

Imagem: Rachael Dinnage