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