” I am terrified by the dark thing that sleeps in me”- Sylvia Plath
Cluttered, torrential nights of stone sinking throat,a huge titanic of this time,
my sheets turning into white ghost,
a ghost of you,
my words that were never said.
You, the lantern of chipped nights,
A mesh of annihilation.
You come and perch on my dreams, like satan a missing subsisting eye or a lip. Time kills me before you make me dark, dark as my old rusty windowsill,
with a dying flaky dream.
this thing inhuman wraps my skin of lemon peels
my skin of words and reverie.
my skin…
my darling skin…
( continuous screams of inexplicable pain, now/)
Interesting.
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Thanks
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Your words move inside me like nothing else …amazing!
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It’s just your kindness I know Pragal.🙏
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Nice write up
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Thank you!!
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An expression of great pain that keeps one imprisoned. Life can be so hard sometimes.
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Indeed!
Thanks for paying a read
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Expressed deeply …Loved it ..
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Wow. Beautiful. 🌟🌟🌟🌟
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aww
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I am with you in the darkness and howling.
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thanks love
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I very much enjoyed this piece. meticulous with a drop of religion and madness coaxing us for another bite of the poisoned apple you preach. the annihilation , the ghosts and unspoken words. you capture my attention and this is why I’ve come back to your blog time and again over the last year. well penned, keep’em coming.
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I couldn’t be more grateful to you. Thank you for such delightful words and I really appreciate you coming back to my blong time and again!
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Rich and evocative. Love this!
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Utterly beautiful and consuming…
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Sylvie Plath was the first poet that I read that inspired me to read literary criticism about her, because it was the first time I blamed myself for not understanding what the heck she was talking about and how she wrote made me really want to know.
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That’s her beauty, I guess. You would want to know every damn thing about her.
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Always incredible imagery. I was right there with you ❤️
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❤️❤️
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In your own way, you bring Sylvia Plath back to life.
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High praise this is❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Beautifully breath-taking. ❤
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❤️❤️❤️
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Intense and captivating – you’re THE writer, MVS!
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Aww lovely you are.
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A queen of poetry you are,my dear.keep penning your thoughts.
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My my❤️❤️
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I never found hollowness this beautiful!❤️ You are something else.. you bring life into every word.
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Ahhh.❤️❤️
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I don’t mean to go back and like every single one of your posts but I really am enjoying your writing and I keep going backwards, reading more and then having to hit the like button again. 🙂
just didn’t want you to think I was a serial liker. 🙂
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Oh no, now that you have made it clear I am all good about it. Thank you for reading it religiously.
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Anytime, I’m really enjoying your writing.
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Honored
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