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Sylvia MAG

October 30, 2013
By strawberrygashesallover BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
strawberrygashesallover BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”

I pluck my veins,
Like wilting flowers.
I tried to write you a letter, Sylvia,
But my fingers were dry.
I called for you,
But I choked on the vowels & ground my jaw against the S.
My head hurts, Sylvia,
Traumas biting my skull again.
I thought I saw you, Sylvia,
Your fingertips
Brush against the quivering surface,
Of a ground that's not so solid.
Bleed for me, Sylvia,
I want you to bleed for me,
Just not the crimson sort.
Soften my words,
With an oven's gas.
Ring my bell, Sylvia,
Let the echo skin my eardrums.
Bury me, Sylvia,
Bury me deep
In the jar of your heart.

The author's comments:
This is an ode to Sylvia Plath

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mills PLATINUM said...
on Jan. 23 2014 at 10:38 pm
mills PLATINUM, Hazleton, Pennsylvania
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You are so talented! Please write more!