Here's a poem I wrote yesterday. I've been reading Sylvia Plath recently and she's inspired me. I still don't have a title so if you have any suggestions then leave a comment!

The oceans bleed into the sky,
People passing, grey and slow,
They look through me as through smudged glass,
My body must be solid but they want to mould it like theirs,
I cannot, I will not, their death moon wants to crush me and my strength has gone.