For What Fire Could Damage/A Witch's Face (Plath) - Poem by Nava Fader
Fair cheeked bruised by sea salt,
if I had my vipers then.
I am not three but one.
I am not one but one
and one and one. Daughter
of terror. Sprang
fully shackled and lovely.
I can still make
Pegasus, hero Chrysaor,
from my severed neck.
Send your heroes. The mirror
image of me is not me. See me
in seaweed stilled to coral. See me
in my name: to protect.
if you dare.
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