Sarah Nichols

MASK INCREASES
 

My bones soften like
someone who is

guilty.

Sucked and burned,
I think I have been healing.

In darkness

I inhabit
a
doll’s body.

It is something safer:

a formation of
small breath,

 the mouth of

absence.

 

 

Sources: Title: a phrase from Sylvia Plath’s “The Fearful.” C.D. Wright: “Song of the Gourd,” “A Series of Actions,” “Approximately Forever,” “What Keeps,” and “Like Someone Driving to Texas By Herself.” Sylvia Plath: “Little Fugue,” “Three Women,” “Poem For a Birthday: Witch Burning,” “Poem For a Birthday: Flute Notes From a Reedy Pond,” “The Night Dances,” and “Purdah.”

                                    
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