Bridges to forgiving lands
are hooked onto the edges
of Plath's suicidal words.
She kills you softly with
her stories, and buries you
beneath the crests of her
sadness. She is not
merciful, or understanding,
she simply wants you there.
She wants you to lie
beneath the murderous kisses
of her inked mysteries, and
understand her pain
as well as she knew it
herself.
are hooked onto the edges
of Plath's suicidal words.
She kills you softly with
her stories, and buries you
beneath the crests of her
sadness. She is not
merciful, or understanding,
she simply wants you there.
She wants you to lie
beneath the murderous kisses
of her inked mysteries, and
understand her pain
as well as she knew it
herself.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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