SYLVIA PLATH

In the space of your own world,
Your shadow crowded your presence,
Narrowing path toward nothingness—
Out of sight, out of mind.

You drugged the days,
Made them believe
they were gone before twilight
of the new dawn rising.

© Gheeneil

This poem also appears on Scissors and Spackle Issue #12. Print version.

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