My Sylvia Plath

Is there no way out of the mind? Sylvia Plath

Turn the gas mark to 7
Inhale
Deep
Fill your alveoli
Breathe in the bliss
Smile
Surrender
Sleep till an angel taps his wing on your shoulder

Thanks Noor

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6 thoughts on “My Sylvia Plath

  1. Noor says:

    Your welcome.
    The ‘smile’ is ironic. Who would smile? Who would attempt this anyway that’s the question I guess.

  2. observationofalostsoul says:

    You’re welcome not YOUR welcome.

    One must smile when faced with a novel situation like the last minutes of life. A slight smile welcoming the soul catcher.

  3. Noor says:

    I suppose it serves me right for always correcting your spelling.

    Or or… a terrified look, realizing how grave such a step is, how they wish they didn’t attempt it and how there was no turning back. The regret, pain and fear.

    • observationofalostsoul says:

      Or or the bliss of knowing that you would experience death only once, thus you must be excited for it, and no one knows what it may bring with it.

  4. Mohana says:

    Beautiful, beautiful write, equally profound, grave, hurting.
    I love Plath.

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