I am a moon faced girl
Sat staring out the stars
Twisting wild tales and dull poems
Into my red hair; I choke
On my sour words, my poisinous breath.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I shake and my button eyes
Roll like startled planets, dry drip drip of tears
Onto my breasts into the salty sea
I cry blood and semen and acid
My flesh is a bell jar,
My mouth a black hole
See how I am trapped in this place
Like a galleon anchored in a foreign port
I rock wildly with every thought
My bruised broken body
Is thin as a wren
Light as ghost bones
Birds ask me to fly with them
I do not come, I do not come
My mind is a thin white line
Nothing can save me
I am at fever pitch now
Burning on a deadly tightrope
I can go no further,
I can only fall,
I can only fall,
I can only fall.
By Sylvia Plath (as imagined by Alice Guile)
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Sylvia Plath and other friends!
RandomI wrote these fan-fiction poems to explore the love I have for incredible female writers such as Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf, and the way they created great art in spite of mental illnesses. These people really suffered, but still gave so much t...
