By Katarzyna Bukowicki
You look at me like a ghost
I talk back with chattering bones
You cup my face in your hands, tell me
I am cherished while
You try to sell me.
I fight these words like I fight sleep over
katarzyna cecylia bukowicki is a 21 year old poetess, ancient history and classical archaeology student, figment of her own imagination and reckons herself to be a crap sylvia plath. she lives in leicestershire inside her own head and blogs occasionally at fueltotakeflight.wordpress.com