Maxioms by Sylvia Plath
The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
