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women don’t die, they vanish into thin air or they melt into a puddle on the linoleum. plath didn’t die, she dropped the deadweight — see: her headless body on the kitchen floor bloated & ready for consumption.
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
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women don’t die, they vanish into thin air or they melt into a puddle on the linoleum. plath didn’t die, she dropped the deadweight — see: her headless body on the kitchen floor bloated & ready for consumption.
a small part of something (hopefully) larger i'm working on.
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Apr 10, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
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