all that we think is an engine
a part of a time machine
Did this time it belong to me?
serene, unique,
I only hope
the way that I hope
For my defeat
-s’s.
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
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.
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-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.
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
dreamy potion of an electric ghost beckon back the forbidden souls
-s's.