ELIZABETH SIDDAL

Hannah Pattenden

some indelible writing on the stone –
the extremities of being everything to someone.
not a peep would revive me, no crescendo.
so, i lay in the water and you paint me cold.
i, the antithesis who would soak in sickness.
your muse, your picturesque
masterpiece of my lost peace of mind.
the silhouette of my sacrifice.