BLACK

Black

How many ways
to describe the mood

wear it like
a heavy sable coat

whips me
like raven's wings

sticks to me
like pitch

maybe if I'm squeezed hard enough
my coal heart will become a diamond

I'm an ebony chest
drawers bursting with shadows

I cut my lava out
with an obsidian knife

bad habit I'm used to
like a noose of jet and onyx

my gangster
in the noir of midnight

my fire
this ink on my page

April 29, 2018
Tressa Lee Breen

NaPoWriMo2018 Day 29 prompt: write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Calendar, saw "April 4, 1962: 'Crossing The Water', Next up, Plath continues her recent obsession with the color black..." and that was as far as I needed to go.

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