I am a servant for my mothers unhappiness. I can make myself smaller, mother, I can become quieter. I am a wound that you canβt stop picking. I take scraps from dinner as little parts of love. I know that I am not easy to love. I know I wear my sadness so visibly that youβve become ashamed of me. Make me small, crush me up in the palms of your hands. Destroy me for breakfast and devour me for lunch, leave nothing left of me, not even for the birds. Eat me. Eat me up. Itβs too late to apologise now, sorry means nothing when youβre choking on my leftovers.
β Hannah Green, from βAre you still hungry, Mother?β
If I was a poikilotherm,atleast I could aestivate or hibernate.
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Daddy, Plath
Tears idle tears, Tennyson
An introduction, Kamala Das
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Okay wait OMG
Did you just say daddy BY SYLVIA PLATH? You won't believe it but I just read that one a few days ago and I was so invested. I had to literally analyze that one in detail because reading Sylvia's work is no joke.
Introduction by kamala das I remember reading it last year ahh it was good honestly I always loved her work that one particularly I guess all the women should read it.
Okay that one by Tennyson I need to read it first then I will get back to you
I think you have 2 anons cause I was not the Virginia anon but I am the annoying anon
Yeahhhhhh I realized that later