She was a fiery seashell,
lost 'neath convoluted oceans
amongst opuses of pure poetry,
artistically outspoken
'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind,
beware Herr Lucifer,
she rose from the gaseous chamber
to live amidst ashes of immortality
& renowned marital infamy,
the eternal burning spirit of Lady Lazarus
**Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.**
- Sylvia Plath
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
She was a fiery seashell,
lost 'neath convoluted oceans
amongst opuses of pure poetry,
artistically outspoken
'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind,
beware Herr Lucifer,
she rose from the gaseous chamber
to live amidst ashes of immortality
& renowned marital infamy,
the eternal burning spirit of Lady Lazarus
**Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.**
- Sylvia Plath
Ode to the one and only illustrious Sylvia
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