bathing in a nostalgic glow
movies flickered on our screens
like dazzling beautiful dreams
art was our guidance
higher instances reachable
opportunities visible

reeling, lightly dressed
wine drunkenness on endless fields
before my body turned into stone
like my tongue did, swallowed by truths

I extended, evolved into something blue
the transcendence of girlhood
longing, glamourised sadness
unveiled and no longer true

the wish to complete in splendour and ornament
like an antiquity, jewelry
limited in a picture frame
beauty isn‘t rooted in shame
blue angel and a flap
and no one‘s to blame

Plath‘s allegory of the fig tree
passing fruits of innocence
I bathed in sugar and danger
to escape the immanence
and their anger

now my room reminds me of fairy dust
a ceremony with candles lit,
flowers in vases
and no thoughts wasted on
the sanctuaries of youth