Sylvia didn't waste time
She kept time
In a bell jar
On her nightstand
Next to the blissfully whirling blackness of eternal oblivion
All in the hopes it might one day grow wings
And lift her beyond the owl's talons clenching her heart
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
Sylvia didn't waste time
She kept time
In a bell jar
On her nightstand
Next to the blissfully whirling blackness of eternal oblivion
All in the hopes it might one day grow wings
And lift her beyond the owl's talons clenching her heart
for Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
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