“She is the vampire of us all. So she supports us, Fattens us, is kind. Her mouth is red. I know her. I know her intimately — Old winter-face, old barren one, old time bomb. Men have used her meanly. She will eat them. Eat them, eat them, eat them in the end.” PoemPoemsThree Women By Sylvia Plath Book:The Collected Poems Source: The Collected Poems