“I think I made you up inside my head” – Sylvia Plath
An unnatural beauty, this holistic illumination
Lighting rooms that should have been darker
My beacon of hope created from forgotten
Dreams, moulded into a sacrilegious creation.
You are my own Matryoshka doll,
Almost-comprised of fragile Russian porcelain,
A painted person concealed inside another
And I have forgotten which one I created.