-s’s.
-s’s.
anything to be as effervescent as this light
Now, screaming at the black walls
This is all I want and all I was taught
Wonderful things bursting at the seams
I wonder if anyone actually watches me
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
you can rip silence apart to sparks like interstellar dust
And embrace the way truth escapes its fiery arms Peculiar noise, infinite void -s’s.
just take me, then
take me, then
Don’t ask me when
And all I wanted,
Was the dime of a dozen
Fully brazen, fire in the making
Truly, all I wanted was
Something awaiting
me
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,
voice of honey silk that wraps you in
I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,
but now I'm stranger than I ever was
all that we think is an engine
a part of a time machine
Did this time it belong to me?
serene, unique,
I only hope
the way that I hope
For my defeat
-s’s.
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.
I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines
And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles
and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart
from all that's good and plenty?
I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines
but why?
It's for nothing.
-s's.