sylvia plath

silent
un-pubbed
the greatest show on earth
hovering round the ring
howling on my knees
a gas cannon
fighting clouds of prostitution
waiting for elephants to wheeze my lungs
rising like a cat to the stars
full of applause, belly swelling
ringling round rings wraught by reverberations
wringing rotting writing from the sky
ringing rungs of belles and towels,
pinching peanut butter sandwiches
laying lying on the floor
slowly slowing sighs and
time

sylvia plath

brookworm

Joined January 2008

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some days i feel i am sylvia.

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