snap the branch
to wake with the sun,
cratering my expectations.
I slept to escape caving in,
to keep my ghosts between us.
grinding teeth against the cold,
I continue deep
beneath the hands. between the gears.
with time, I could have you.
but you choke from a tree
forever being planted.
that we, as immersed as bone,
should never have let grow.



Francesca Woodman.
Through double exposure and long-exposure blur, Woodman obscures herself in her photographs. In a literal representation of madness and the desire to disappear, Woodman creates beautiful, surreal images all featuring herself. The artist killed herself at 22 by jumping out of her New York City loft window. Her images are renowned for being the “Sylvia Plath of Photography”.