缸

我把你困在我心裡的大魚缸中。
你還是那樣地悠然自得地游來游去，而我只能隔着玻璃看着你的一顰一笑，卻半點觸摸不得。我能珍藏你，你卻永不再珍視我。
我大惑不解。你被我困住，神情卻那麼自由；我是自由的，卻偏離不開大魚缸旁，只能死死盯着你。
難以再接近。我只能白白看着你在踏碎了我的心後，在玻璃另一頭跟魚兒玩得不亦樂乎。
我只能希望你還會愛那些魚兒。至少，讓我當最後一個受害者吧。


Poppies In July    Sylvia Plath

Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.

I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns

And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.

A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!

There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?

If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.

But colourless. Colourless.

好了，傷春悲秋的post最近發得太多，我要到此為止了。

我不能在沉浸在憂傷裡頭太久。畢竟兩個月了。畢竟只是個好朋友。