Letting you go I have to do what I loathe I would never And Though you come around, Why would you ever take us down?
-s’s.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
don't be damned
dry your life of an eye
with its turquoise shoreline
A small world in envelope
with enamored stars and newfound hope
don't be damned,
there is nothing else you need to know
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
Abandoned with what you are, that is the test
And In the twist of it all there is
A cave for all your thoughts, bright or dark
Engulfed in your breath
Thinking things you will regret
I wrote it down,
But I won’t pass
I have my way
anytime now
-s’s.
the way the light scatters to create The perfect pattern of me, a rainbow of deceit impressive shine, obsessive guilt
-s's.
I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
still, after 7 years of life has passed,
all the childlike ache I used to know rots lonely in my mind,
unrecognizable dark
unbearable stench
-s's.
why resist the fire of you when it shines on me too
-s’s.