Sylvia

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She died, head in the oven

fingers black with ink, tongue out

licking her last punctuation

eyes rolled back, wet marbles

seeing beyond earthly confinement.

She died, with white gloves on

pinched bones of her little wrists

dangling at emptied angles

were delicate even then

as if she were choosing

with her ending

to dance

yet

24 thoughts on “Sylvia

  1. The very incomparable and one and only… Sylvia Plath.

    Loved this:

    “eyes rolled back, wet marbles

    seeing beyond earthly confinement.

    She died, with white gloves on

    pinched bones of her little wrists

    dangling at emptied angles”

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