Sylvia Plath was always my Favourite writer
Ever since i Realised i was Esther in Disguise
with my trembling bambi-legs and great doe-eyes.

Ruined Bloodied Ruptured
by my First Embrace
The rings of His love-bites held me in place;
they looked like Chains of lace.

i look around me and wonder what people see.
Do they see the same girl that i see
Preserved in the amber bud of His eye?
Shrunken Bruised Browned Buried
Under the mountains of His lies
'Here she lies, Esther in Disguise'.

Or do they see the girl that can't ever make up her Mind?
And just won't Decide
Who she is and what she wants to be?

How did I get here, under that same Bell Jar, like thousands of other women before me?
I'm Cut
Off by the Sea.

And in my Isolation,
(On That island of Desperation)
All I can hear are the forlorn Kisses of the Tide
Stifling Suction on a Sandy Shore
Replacing the musing mewls of knife-beaked gulls
"I am I am I am"