"demon lover"

Here are two pupils
whose moons of black
transform to cripple
all who look:

each lovely lady
who peers inside
take on the body
of a toad.

Within these mirrors
the world inverts:
the fond admirer's
burning darts

turn back to injure
the thrusting hand
and inflame to danger
the scarlet wound.

I sought my image
in the scorching glass,
for what fire could damage
a witch's face?

So I stared in that furnace
where beauties char
but found radiant Venus
reflected there.
-S. Plath


I'm feeling neither the heights of ecstasy nor the depths of despair. Occasionally hatred seeps in to my heart but I waive him off. He has no power over me. The flow of eternal power is steady as a stream in springtime.