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  Apr 2019 Heather
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Heather Apr 2019
I will never be that foolish again as to expect anything to break my fall but my own two hands.
Heather Apr 2019
No. I don’t want to talk.
What would I say?
That all my dreams are either ******* him or killing me?
Like that doesn’t sound insane?

Like you wouldn’t think I’m loosing my mind?
Because truthfully I am loosing my mind.
Somehow I love him in such a way that he hurts me, but I am left holding the razor.

He draws me into the cave with the warmth of a firey soul and then
Leaves me standing in the cold
Listening to echoes of my own growling stomach; of my own beating heart

Feeling a fool for entering alone
Because then I see it was a reflection all this time
His soul was never mine to have and never mine to keep

— How are you doing?

— The End —