-s’s.
I dried like fruit under the sun
my high hopes, they created themselves
an ugly subtle reflection of you
I tried to wait out see where it'd move
if it doesn't, then I'm stuck
in unfettered visions.
-s's.
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out
-s’s.
Listening to rock,
singing as you fall,
Erasing who you are
listen
gently while the witness
Bears of what it saw;
a soul ascend at dawn
-s’s.
you're the deep blue diamond sky above my head
when the world keeps spinning and I keep wishing I was dead.
-s's.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
inhale the secret
exhale the feeling
Recalling
something quite euphoric,
and I am living for it
-s’s.
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
something in soft wind
something in lockets
women in frost
fleeing the country
A little bit lost
it felt
-s’s.
-s's.