Contusion

Lyrics
Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed out, The color of pearl. In a pit of rock The sea sucks obsessively, One hollow the whole sea's pivot. The size of a fly, The doom mark Crawls down the wall. The heart shuts, The sea slides back, The mirrors are sheeted.
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Credits
- Writers
- Sylvia Plath