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Women throw themselves in front of it With actual freedom Faces are drawn out in wild arrays by it Alive finally in abandon Screeches shrill sounding Significant in their speech Shrill speech they screech Not ever silencing Loud Not tempered but proud It’s echoes Of crackles Echoing Cackles It’s complimenting The women naked and needing Complimenting Feel feel. Feel Warmed for the first With their own voice With their own feet on the earth With themselves With who? With whom. Autumn comes cold Campfire feathered fathers “You’re just young and becoming old” With who? With whom Cut off at curfew Passive apathy persuades To find warmth away; Away. Alone again I find myself today Strong specter in silence Soft snowflakes Missing when day breaks Sleeping songs Slip into my headphones Shutter slipping Sound skipping Everyday Monotony Every movement Is extraordinary Cold cuts crisp like Cracked lips With who? With whom Cut off at curfew Now nowadays new Without you I have myself to Have myself too Cut me off at curfew With who? With whom
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Fire
Women throw themselves in front of it With actual freedom Faces are drawn out in wild arrays by it Alive finally in abandon Screeches shrill sounding Significant in their speech Shrill speech they screech Not ever silencing Loud Not tempered but proud It’s echoes Of crackles Echoing Cackles It’s complimenting The women naked and needing Complimenting Feel feel. Feel Warmed for the first With their own voice With their own feet on the earth With themselves With who? With whom. Autumn comes cold Campfire feathered fathers “You’re just young and becoming old” With who? With whom Cut off at curfew Passive apathy persuades To find warmth away; Away. Alone again I find myself today Strong specter in silence Soft snowflakes Missing when day breaks Sleeping songs Slip into my headphones Shutter slipping Sound skipping Everyday Monotony Every movement Is extraordinary Cold cuts crisp like Cracked lips With who? With whom Cut off at curfew Now nowadays new Without you I have myself to Have myself too Cut me off at curfew With who? With whom
Hi I've read Sylvia Plath before
#freedom#fire#joy#depression#seasons#loneliness#mania#manic
Marley_Gold
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Marley_Gold
20/F/Norfolk
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
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