𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

Sylvia Plath

women are prettiest

when they have passed,

their rouge escapes them

and leaves them like porcelain.

 

I would like for you to find me

when I am at my prettiest.

I will be waiting for you

to come home from work

in the kitchen,

on the floor.