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Out of the window, They fall like slush White and clumpy. They are bonded by their freezed-wet flesh. They gather and fall Gather and fall. The buildings loom in winter fog That rises and stalls And like my mood, I am foreboding. I wish it could come and go This winter-ous fog This smog of doom The stale flesh, the memory that Broods. And in my head, it a beehive, That drills holes in two. And like the other day, I decided to do The very act I did At fourteen Perched on my tongue Two by two The same time the german elder Told the same joke of the train That stops at the station Two and to. If I could die, I would have done it Swiftly and true. But I cower and I cower and I cower. And like the snow out the window, I disappear in twirling crystalline cotton That falls into the same abyssal, black hue.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
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Out of the window, They fall like slush White and clumpy. They are bonded by their freezed-wet flesh. They gather and fall Gather and fall. The buildings loom in winter fog That rises and stalls And like my mood, I am foreboding. I wish it could come and go This winter-ous fog This smog of doom The stale flesh, the memory that Broods. And in my head, it a beehive, That drills holes in two. And like the other day, I decided to do The very act I did At fourteen Perched on my tongue Two by two The same time the german elder Told the same joke of the train That stops at the station Two and to. If I could die, I would have done it Swiftly and true. But I cower and I cower and I cower. And like the snow out the window, I disappear in twirling crystalline cotton That falls into the same abyssal, black hue.
#depression#snow#winter#fall#melancholy#sylvia#plath
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sea_beatnik
30/M/Colorado
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
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